One Day


The shadows walk a bloody path
Where meaning has no name
While white birds try to pluck the eyes
From men to pilfer shame
Fingers point to mock each place
Where innocence was spoiled
Long will be the days of woe
And by his sweat he’ll toil
Shadows carry chains of sin
That take away their choice
To bear the many scars of red
Yet I can hear each voice
Softly singing in the fields
A prayer that never dies
One day it all will be revealed
When birds return their eyes

©Kay Salady

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 February 26, 2017, in Kay Salady Poetry, peace poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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