Soul And Destiny Poem by Daniel Sims

After the crackle of whip has ceased,
Under the thumb of violence,
My soul will have been released,
Devoted to a life of nonviolence.

Chances pass by unnoticed,
Labour continued by horse to whip,
When man has sunk to the lowest,
I know I will understand the world I grip.

But until then the hammer and chisel,
Beat down the anvil laboriously,
Until destiny rises above the drizzle,
And my soul is set to float freely.