Hope I cling
Praying an end to horror’s sting
All my heart is what I bring
When from mouth my words can’t sing.
Give us something to survive
evil chokes and Love can’t thrive
Great despair is luring dive.
Soldier on, courage achieve
Dark defy, to bright conceive
Something greater than naïve.
Give me purpose not to feign
Simple gestures, heartless, plain
Love be Armour, Passion gain.
Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, November 8, 2018.
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