September dribbles - 9


I’ll give you summer
Autumn breeze
Cold winter, warming spring
Tomorrow’s seasons, all of these
If you will bring a promise of the dawn.

I’ll give you morning
Come the night
Your promised hope a lie.
When bombs are falling none of these
Can liberate the children while they die. 

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