Dalva Agne Lynch
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Poem 8
Rebuilding
I had been scattered
By the greed of a king
I had been defiled
By the lust of his son
I had been beaten
By an army of monsters
I had been imprisoned
By the hate of the mobs…
And… I survived!
In unsure steps
I descended the plank
A shawl over the shame
Of my defiled head
In an ill-fitting dress
Borrowed shoes
Hungry, alone…
I run to the desert
The shawl of my shame
Carried by the wind
And raised my hands
Trembling hands
Only bones and sinew…
Sleepless Knight
You heard me!
“Gentle Lady
Now gather thyself!
Make a banner
Out of thy tattered dress
Make tools
Out of thy wasted hand
And rebuild
The Promised Land!”
Rebuilding
I had been scattered
By the greed of a king
I had been defiled
By the lust of his son
I had been beaten
By an army of monsters
I had been imprisoned
By the hate of the mobs…
And… I survived!
In unsure steps
I descended the plank
A shawl over the shame
Of my defiled head
In an ill-fitting dress
Borrowed shoes
Hungry, alone…
I run to the desert
The shawl of my shame
Carried by the wind
And raised my hands
Trembling hands
Only bones and sinew…
Sleepless Knight
You heard me!
“Gentle Lady
Now gather thyself!
Make a banner
Out of thy tattered dress
Make tools
Out of thy wasted hand
And rebuild
The Promised Land!”
Dalva Agne Lynch
Enviado por Dalva Agne Lynch em 04/06/2016
Alterado em 05/09/2016
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