- turn golden -
by thesewordsiwrite2012
Will we ever cease fire?
Will we ever grow tired
of split blood and lost love,
conflict with unrest?
Will we ever rise up?
Will peace ever be enough
for bright times and shared rhymes
amid such a mess?
The strangers that you always cross,
the chances that are always lost,
it is hard to keep these average arms open.
Still, when this war rages on,
you need faith to keep love strong…
now may your soul once more turn golden.
Golden… golden…
like the finest of rings.
Golden… golden…
let your compassion sing,
and know when… know when…
to put your weapons down,
and begin… again…
with brotherly sound.
Will we ever cease fire?
Will we ever grow tired
of split blood and lost love,
conflict with unrest?
D.J. Whisenant
This is a great poem. I really felt the words and theme that you put down on paper. A great word smith.
Thank you sir!