Amen
A Poem by Pete Marshall
The amber glows on darkened walls
as embers spit within the hearth
A finger trawls an ancient list
and takes a name that’s walked its path
The creak of leather mars the sound
as Death would glide across the floor
and from a hook he takes his robe
and holds his scythe to reap once more
The horsemen ride beyond his grasp
to sow the seeds for Death to seek
the roots lie strong within the fields
as harvest gathers in the meek
His mouth is curled with withered lips
and eyes are sunk beyond his soul
his mind cares not for creed or Man
as Death collects his countless toll
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The significance of today has not escaped me which is why I bring you this piece. Death cares not for colour, race, nor creed; he cares only for the dead. I have witnessed acts of terrorism, first hand, within the UK. It is always the innocent who suffer. So today I would like us all, as a world, to unite and say no....there must be a better way to settle our differences...amen.
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