hope

it's now or maybe never - where's Elvis when we need him?

I’ve felt the stir of resolution
to throw off careless greed.

I’ve heard the soothing voice of reason,
long thought to be extinct.

So pound your plowshares into words,
turn your anger into votes.

Let’s march together towards sanity,
reclaiming fragile future’s hope.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

"pound your plowshares into words", a very clever turn of phrase. The poem is great top to bottom but that line caught my attention and belies an amazing poet in development.

[anais.vionet]

Thank you, you're too kind =]