The Struggle
I feel so spent now
Will this struggle never
end
For a promised land?
How great is the shock
Where can we shelter
ourselves
Against fiendish plans?
Let’s harden ourselves
Our resilience is great
We’ll survive and thrive
We’re not infidels
But let our love conquer
them
Not bombs and hatred
Lovely and sad. I love the last stanza.
ReplyDeletewell done and commendable, I was not able to find the love...
ReplyDeleteWise and wonderful words :)
ReplyDeleteLove instead of bombs. If only that were the objective of those in charge. So well written.
ReplyDeleteYes 'not bombs and hatred'!! Its time people realized that we belong to each other!!
ReplyDeleteHear, hear! Fantastic work, OE. I am in agreement.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely..however as a species we seem to thrive on explosions not steadiness..and love..after the initial thrall tends to be far too steady..how can we make that powerful? I am sure you have the key..
ReplyDeleteHeaven is here now. It's a matter of perception.
ReplyDeleteBut we could be infidels if we embrace love instead hate. If let the joy of life be the light.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem but I don't agree with "harden our hearts". I think that would make us less caring as individuals.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need to harden our hearts....You did well expressing that...
ReplyDeletein my naked glory, I forget myself