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I chose to not title this one, thinking that the words of the poem spoke for themselves. Hope you like it.

As adversity struck its staggering blow,

It’s winds of change a threatening wail;

It found its foe standing with resolve.

 

With generosity and grandeur it stood,

Humility birthed from bloody dispute;

The nation observed its surroundings.

 

It saw the strain of disheartening fear,

And held out a hand to those near;

A place to belong and food to spare.

 

Still the winds of adversity blew,

Seeking to subdue growing hope;

Still its foe stood with dedication.

 

Against the onslaught of strife and hate,

It brought together those who had fought;

Giving nothing but impassioned tolerance.

 

In time the winds began to change,

As hatred lost it influence in the land;

And freedom rang up unrestrained.

Reviews

[Kitten]

I like the metaphor. Nicely written and the imagery is great. Thanks for writing. You should try to get this published. :D

[Ash Morgrimm]

this is very nice ^^ I like all the wind and air in it ^^
like there is something invisible there that we cant see

[Rose Tyler]

Beautiful poem. Absolutely amazing.
This poem makes me think of my lessons in 9th grade in History class. The lessons were Imperialism and Colonialism.. I'm not sure why but this reminds me largely of that year.
Bravo on a nice piece. :)