Man's strident causes make
a Babylon
That silences the haunting
voice of song
And mocks the primacy of
lullabies
Or faith that girds the road
she travels on.
When he has finished with
his rule of hate,
Will gentle woman come, pray
not too late,
To heal the wounds and write
the scroll of love
Her heart has bidden she inaugurate.
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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