Democracy


I hold a candle to the edge
Of the wind
She’s breathing heavy and she
Can’t keep it in
I tell her stories of the
Ancient times
She listens intently but the
Stories are mine

I hold the message stick as I
Walk through the land
She says I don’t have to but I
Will cause I can
I know the secrets that are held
By the trees
She don’t care about secrets she
Does what she please

She hears the birds singing but
They crying in pain
I see the thick clouds but don’t
Feel any rain
‘These times are a changin’ but
She’s got no idea
‘These times are a changin’ and it’s
Change that I fear

I’m slowly fading but my heart
Is still strong
One day she’ll understand the
Words to our songs
I know some day my son
Will come dance
I know some day she’ll let us
Help her advance

© Leroy Wilson

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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