A poem for our times

Published on 5 February 2024 at 09:45


And close your eyes.

The bed you made:

You lie!

Childhood home:

ruins and woe,

smiles and hope.


What they built up.

Build nothing back?

Free to attack!

The world…

Friend or foe?

Do you know?

Reverse the past.

Foundations last.

Bricks and stones;

Thistles and ferns.

Brothers and sisters!

We are once more...

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