A new day, a new year, a new generation, a new life. All we can do is try our best to leave this world a better place than we found it. The year is nearly over and we cannot change anything that has come to pass within its walls. We can only look towards a year – a new day – and try to do better.
At dawn
Racism reigned
and Poverty mourned
Bent double in the field.
Her children sold
for shiny things,
cabbages and kings.
Justice tried
to open wide
and heal who
had been hurt.
But she was caged
and hidden away,
to keep her powers
Cursed.
With the noonday sun.
Revenge arrived
with his son War
upon a blood red steed.
And with them brought
War’s mangy lot - baptized
Famine, Plague, and Greed.
Pride was caught by that mangy lot, and put on a stage for all to see. Where his body swung From the gallows hung Eyes wide towards eternity. Sunset on the Fallen The last ones left were Fear and Death on the battlefield they’d claimed. They couldn’t stop for Love was lost with Grief for those they’d slain. Under cover of Night The moon rose and Silence came to meet and hold her hand while Faith stood tall and wept for all new spirits of the land.