The Prisoner

Goya-The prisoner

He sat in a chair,

unable to move

a prisoner without name

in the jail of despair

that rose high on the hill

of world circumstance,

surrounded by shouts

of the armies of night,

preparing for war

on the refuge of peace,

and as they prepared

the hot seas rose high,

the skies flashed with flame,

and even stars wept,

for the millions to die,

for those already slain,

while assassins and tyrants

claimed, with righteous disdain,

that it was all for our good,

that all would be fine,

and silenced the few

who dared still to protest.

 

 

 

2 comments on “The Prisoner

  1. Hannah Rush says:

    Reblogged this on The Winstanley Gazette and commented:
    The world as it is. We must dare.

    Like

  2. Joanna says:

    Such a tragic foolish species.

    Like

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