Beyond the crime of crippled conversation
1 Beyond the crime of crippled conversation,
that thunders when diplomacy is dead,
a still small voice will whisper in the darkness
dispelling what was once a living dread.
2 Here love, like feathers, scatters in a moment,
the breeze of war is reaching hatred’s height,
yet love is not forgotten or extinguished,
still bids us walk within the dying light.
3 And dawn will come again, another morning,
to shed its colours on a new found way,
and hope will rise in spite of degradation,
and still our praise will wake this dancing day.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Watercolour © Andrew Pratt
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