Not For Sale

This poem needs no warning label

These words are not for sale

Turn off the evening news now

Go ask the children what to do

For a child can invoke the ancient will to good

That has carried us over many mountains

Alive as long as memory serves it

As long as the willow branch quivers in spring

As lasting as a mothers love

Pray that goodness triumph

To rise up like good bread

The end of green will come

When compassion reigns

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s