You simply should have told me No.
You should have told me not to go.
You should have stopped me in my tracks.
You really should have called me back.
But no, you had to urge me on.
I’m sure you knew it all along,
The dizzying heights that I would reach,
A lesson you thought you had to teach.
Now here I am and have to meet
The whole world lying at my feet.
I don’t deserve it, you’ve got it wrong!
And fame is bitter on my tongue.
© jsmorgane (May 2010)
Pull it from the stone
And press it to your heart.
Take it from the fire
And cool it with your tears.
Lift it from the waters
And sing it into life.
Raise it high into the air,
Brandish it above your head,
And show your gift
For all to see and share.
© jsmorgane (May 2010)
No food, no food,
So hungry, mother.
I know, I know
I’m sorry dear.
Let’s travel down the road
Which road, which road
It’s crumbling, crumbling
Into no man’s land.
What’s no man’s land
What is it father
Where does it lead
This crumbling street
No street, no road
It doesn’t lead to any man
To anyone with any food,
With any work, not anything.
Just anything would do,
I know, just any work,
Just anything to eat,
Just any man, on any street.
On any road
That leads to anything
That leads to any land
Where I can eat.
© jsmorgane (Jan 10) from “War Poems”
