Observations,etc.
My poetry.
The cry that won't be heard by willing ears;
Whose pain has been silenced,
whose tongue was cut out
in the name of tranquillity,
in the midst of the Holy War
violently declared in an effort
to keep
Peace
On
Earth
Echoes soundlessly in the caverns;
And the victors of the war enshrine the caverns,
and marvel at the ghosts,
and wonder what they once
had
to
say.
The Cry
About the well-to-do....
...magnanimity, self-satisfaction, and aid to the poor and "less fortunate".
In the midst of small kindnesses born of great effort,
They'll find it a pleasure to sleep   well at night. They've earned it, after all.

The dreams of the many are plagued with the wonder that they have been blessed with gifts that remain forever a mystery;
For hope is elusive, in the midst of small kindnesses born of great effort.
For some strange reason the poetry on this page is missing a word here and there, and no matter how hard I try I can't get it to correct. If you want to get the correct versions from me, email me at montanamombo@yahoo.com
Thanks! Barb
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