Remembrance

January 13, 2016January 15, 2016 ~ sensualism

The cotton-fields triggered his sense of loss

Remembrance shone through

It meant so much to him

It meant nothing unto you.

The summer sky was bright, the moonlight warm

Who’d imagine what’d gone before?

Hell on Earth had been to visit

Desperate times in days of yore.

He knew before his family passed

Sweet Jesus wouldn’t sing

‘All are equal before the law’

Meant many different things

Toiled trouble, the rising cry

Injustice came to see

Power over sacrifice

Beyond his family tree

In his shadow as he turned his head

Gently doffed his hat

Respect, compassion, mercy be

To commemorate, they sat

Together, as equals, to rise as one

The clock tower ticks, they pass

Time, for no man it awaits

As he looks across the grass.

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism