The Earth Weeps
In between black and white is blood
And the earth weeps
Hollow words bring promise of a new day
And the earth weeps
What colour will the sky be painted tomorrow
What colour will the new dawn bring
How close to the hour
When all we know is ashes and dust
How close to the hour
When the nightingale turns its back
And refuses to sing
How close to the hour
When the price is paid in full
for all the self serving deceit
In between black and white is blood
And the earth weeps.
© Rik - 10/07/2008
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2008-07-10 at 15:42
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