Crushed
condiments of happiness
Smiling
back at you from table tops
Regimental
lines prepare another charge
Marching
to the beat of silken maidens
Those
gentle hands of deliverance
Caress
the lives of embittered souls
Their
coats of many colours guiding traffic
Defensive
paths rush from their hearts
Frailty
strolls amongst us as a friend
Wicked
hand it strikes from who knows where
Calm
waters struck by random storms
Legions
toil against the pain which takes its toll
For
every one that falls, there’s one survives
For
every one that suffers there are relieved
For
every one that walks away unharmed
A
battle hardened smile engulfs the world
©
Fergus Martin
Nov
2013
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