Where the Few Stand Proud

A poem I wrote describing a dystopian world view.

Daring enough to cross into plight

Seeing the red changing into green

Fingers touch of what could be

Undertaking the bend of another scene

Eyes staring straight ahead into the abyss

Feeling the embrace of a thousand hands

Enter the champion strewed in gold

As he gallows up the distant lands

Touching winter’s crisp air with might

Growing embers casting into the dew

Fasting feverishly so he could see

Only the rotten have picked so few

Tumbling down to the bottomless grave

Edges cut off so we can say

“Hold on, dear, may we continue”

And sunlight fills the shrouding day

Back on track enough to build

The greatness of a million faces

Let the water take us down

To where the earth divides the races

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

After going through a series of your work...this just adds to the over-all theme in which you present a different take on things and that goes to show in the way the words develop in your work...I will have to take a break and continue with the rest at another sitting...but surprise you do not have more reviews...but the way your words are in depth...