Tuesday, September 13, 2011


The names are etched around the pools
where promise once stood tall
the characters, like precious jewels
we longingly recall

against an open sky of blue
the harmless faced attack
by merciless marauders who
would prove some souls are black;

there’s still a chance that hope will rise
and justice can rejoice
just look into their children’s eyes
or listen to ones voice

they’ll not forget that painful day
and tragic lessons learned
we mustn’t indiscreetly slay
our freedom should be earned.


baresoul said...

really spoke to me, nice work

check me out sometime, new to this blogging lark but been skribbling for time


rch said...

Thanks a lot bs, always nice to connect with someone :) will be over to check you out, welcome to the blogosphere!