Cold and frightened
she fell… and whispered
Oh Go! Is this is the end?
I have fallen;
my forsaken lovers are gone
they all died -fighting for me
even though they believed in
the twilight of dreams and love!
Will I stand again, humbly amongst these stones
and the concrete of humanity?
Or will I remain broken; my epitaph
a broken stone crown
in a rubble of broken dreams
and a bombed out anarchy of greed?
I will wait for you…the people of this and all lands.
I will wait for your gentle voices
and the seedlings of rebirth.
And when I stand again
I hope I will stand for love and humanity
and for the cry of rebirth….
I watch as you kill and maim and
I pray for your gentle humanity
to find its way home!
I pray that you put down your guns
and your hate and mistrust
and finally, finally find your way home!