We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. -Martin Luther King Jr

The shoreline

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The waves kept lapping, forever shifting Moving us closer to that angry port, Cannot go home again empty-handed So we kept sailing to that distant shore. This is our name, what we again must do Rough winds directed us ahead on course, Far bells sang sadly, shrouds quickly unfurled Metal storms erupted from that distant shore. We mistook their quaint silent charity To not deter our dark savage halos, As splinters danced amid wet scarlet mists Ever closer to that near-distant shore. The waves are lapping, my heart keeps bleeding Mourning the souls who sank like castaway stone, Never home again under any sky, Drifting my way to that eternal shore.

© menoh


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