Let us sense the grace to be humane
with our souls and hearts
over the taste of power.
with our souls and hearts
over the taste of power.
The country we knew and have known
is the same, thrusting her obdurate head high,
holding flag and pride,
pretending accord to God’s side.
The time is nigh of our humbled cessation.
Our splendor crushed in the axis of history
as awful and divine as shrapnel
piercing the soul of a peacekeeper
whose heart beats death’s drum
and whose head stretches its neck out upon the stone.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Well nigh. Eloquent as usual.
Mary,
Thank you. Your visit and kind words are greatly appreciated. Your past visits, now, and nigh…:>)
Hi Poetry Man, I love “the grace to be humane,” “as awful and divine as shrapnel,” and the honesty you bring to this subject.
Thank you, Helen. The honesty part I can fly right through, it’s the math problems that give me a run for my money. :>)
You and your muse are extraordinary. I hope both of you have a wonderful day today.
Thank you, HCG. The same to you and your muse…
Let us sense the grace to be humane
with our souls and hearts
over the taste of power.
Amen to that!
l>t,
Absolutely! Thank you.
wow – so missed you beautiful words…
az,
Thank you. so missed your beautiful visits. :>)
It is tragic how our ideals have become weapons.
Case,
It is tragic. Yes. Will we need a war on ideals?
The country we knew and have known…
how prophetic is that I wonder?!!!
Sumo,
:>)
Not sure if prophetic is what it is…Realistic maybe… :>)