Morning Sunrise

strikes a pose

leading onward

from repose.

In drawn breath

creates a spark,

allowing kindness

in the dark.

All is sent

into the morn,

devil’s maiden

receives such scorn.

Will it be

through civil strife,

feeling heartbreak

for the weak,

no more chains

we break the bond,

freedom reigns

pain absconds…

leaving marks

we cannot see,

on the tenderest

of hearts.

Now the stage

itself is set,

no questions asked

of remaining grist,

the children now

are branded stock,

born to lead

their lives full speed…

The hidden scars

leave no peace.