SONNETS OF ETERNAL HOPE – IV

Defined by the dwindling politicians, whose light dims
Ever-more in the ever widening divisions of a languid
Language which speaks only of power seeking limbs
And weakening ideologies where spoken words, turgid,

Damn-us rather than represent the best of all of us.
If only they could find within them the honour-code
Which binds and cements our common goals, thus
Move forward with one voice the world, now slowed.

Is it too much to hope for movement beyond enmity
And find the love we hold within our eternal identity;
Find in our England, our Scotland that National pride,

Find in our Welsh voice and Irish harmony a song
That can overcome our human weakness and ride
Forward with our world friends and heal this wrong.

 

David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon, D.J., (2018) SONNETS OF ETERNAL HOPE. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. SONNETS OF ETERNAL HOPE - IV. Page Number 4.

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