Spectres

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Spectre of poverty,

Of sorrow, of hate

Falls

On the heads of young children

Just as on their mothers and fathers

The bard says nothing of these

Who have greatness stollen from

Their deserving arms

The Spectre of poverty,

Of sorrow, of hate

Falls

To reveal the twisted faces

That with one hand maim and kill

And with the other steals away

Any hope or future from 

Their deserving arms

The Spectre of poverty,

Of sorrow, of hate

Falls

As people tire of the lies

Hand in hand, they tear it down

Through smoke of gas and guns

Marching to find tomorrow in 

Their deserving arms

The Spectre of poverty,

Of sorrow, of hate

Falls

From these ashes a new dream

A new people, a new day

Rises


Submitted: August 05, 2020

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