It’s been a tough week
We need to breathe again
What with beguiling leaders
Riding chariots of dark clouds;
What with poetic heroes
Leaving us
But pure words
And the spells of music
Amid a swamp of smelly lies;
What with the ghosts of soldiers
Standing at our shoulders
Whispering
We need to believe
The orders of Hope
The maneuvers of Life
For we are powerless
Like that Saskatchewan child
Murdered in a deserted field
At the hands of an angry parent.
It’s been a tough week
We need to breathe again.
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