Saturday, September 4, 2021

No Surrender to Viruses or Fools - poem

 

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

No Surrender to Viruses or Fools

 

My head is bloody, but unbowed

 

-Henley, “Invictus”

 

We planned to build in peace a better world

With hands and tools and minds and arts and sweat

A home and bed for every little child

With love and peace around each family’s hearth

 

But now we daily read the deaths of friends

 

Futility is wormed into our hopes

By fatal vapors coursing through the air

Adrift on breathy particles, scornful

Of everything we’ve worked for all out lives

 

For still we daily read the deaths of friends

 

Some of us blame each other, or just give up

And wallow in despair, but not you and I

                                                         

Let’s help each other - we’ve got a world to build

 

 

 


 

("Invictus" is something of a cliche' now, and flawed in some ways, but its attitude of defiance and stoicism is still admirable.)

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