Act I Vision



Please don’t tease me
Don’t elude me now
Each tiny bit that bites
That has to fight
For life to right
From wrong
The song of justice
Longing to take on
I need your might
Not may each day
To sway each swell
Of living hells
That threatens all too well
This dwelling in the Earths
Rich splendour folk
On crusty ground
Are venders of each ruin
Or the makers of our road
To glory rich in stories
Spelling histories
Of man-ifesting
Factors for the fixtures
Of the fissures
Wrought by citizens
Of willing worlds
In universal wheeling
Wills with wit and work
Such entities
In unities
Bequeathed from peace

©K Barr


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