Beauty dies;

death isn't all.

Myriad cities fall,

denouncing life.

Life struggles, survives, escapes, travels on;

disregarding hatred;

clings to hope.

Displaced, yet not erased:

babies born, elders cherished.

Freedom fights back when it's invaded, bombed, disrupted, dishonoured.

Hearts are homes for courage.

Power is a slave to glamour.

Systems don't touch souls.

Angels are on battlefields,

begging for cooler heads, helping hands.

Never focus on enemies;

there aren't any--

just very misguided friends.

Move on silently,

sneak away to build again/the joy of a quiet family life.


 Susan Beverly

Susan Beverly is a poet and author whose work has frequented our pages in the recent past.


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