We have come home From the bloodless wars With sunken hearts Our booths full of pride- From the true massacre of the soul When we have asked ‘What does it cost To be loved and left alone’ We have come home Bringing the pledge Which is written in rainbow colours Across the sky-for burial But is not the time To lay wreaths For yesterday’s crimes, Night threatens Time dissolves And there is no acquaintance With tomorrow The gurgling drums Echo the stars The forest howls And between the trees The dark sun appears. We have come home When the dawn falters Singing songs of other lands The death march Violating our ears Knowing all our loves and tears Determined by the spinning coin We have come home To the green foothills To drink from the cup Of warm and mellow birdsong ‘To the hot beaches Where the boats go out to sea Threshing the ocean’s harvest And the hovering, plunging Gliding gulls shower kisses on the waves We have come home Where through the lighting flash And the thundering rain The famine the drought, The sudden spirit Lingers on the road Supporting the tortured remnants of the flesh That spirit which asks no favour of the world But to have dignity. -Lenrie Peters
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 15:41:03 +0000
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