Aftermath

aftermath

Twill be no hour of recompense

For spilling blood across the fence

Nor claim for slanderous arrows thrown

Held in the name of god alone

Had he thought to bite his tongue

Or turn his cheek, unhand his gun

To stand for something greater still

Beyond himself, above his will

Had he the prudent thought to see

The disparaging reality

Of what he chose to leave behind

Because he dared not change his mind

 

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on October 17, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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