“Fading”
cji
12/8/16
As a dim
light burning
power running
short
less and
less light seen
grasping
in the fog
mists
arising all about
soon
only shadows meek
our
nations struggles weak
seeking
fresh air to shout
snakes
sunning in the bog
waiting
to strike unseen
too many
lies to report
too soon–too
late yearning;
A new
day is awakening
while the
old try to forbid
un-wanting
freedoms new
into
false habits they grew
blowing
off their secrets hid
fading
the gloom shaking;
Gather
about to hear
angels about
to cheer
voices
raised loud/clear
for our
freedoms dear!
Copyright © 2016 – cji
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