Poem -
The Arrow That Cuts
The sound of the wind moves through the night
The arrow I have flown into the shadows that weep
And now it cuts the skin of the enemy, where it hurts the most
The heat of the night will find our sin, and we shall begin
A new journey, where natives weary souls bare no burdens
The arrow cuts, and it will not heal until our justice is given
Let the song of our trees bring us happiness and freedom
From the knife of the one who we blame
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Nancy Nancy!!.....where have you been fair Nancy? (lol! don't ask!).......I was just thinking about you and HERE you are........I really like this.........it's like a Prayer.......or is it an Anthem?......either way, it's justice that is looking to be served here........excellent write my friend...........succinct...........love the pic too!.........smiles .......T
Tony, Tony, oh dearest Tony, how are you my friend, hope you are doing well, let the journey be good to you my friend!!
xx nancy
Poetess Nancy Mcgowin
God theme, well depicted, expressed and exposed to the readers, excellent and appropriate for this months theme of " journey " My applause, My vote, I love the below lines, Favorited Â
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sir Williams - Thanks for your kind words!!!
Nancy