The deep bitter hours
Are very near,
Will soon appear,
Tinged with tears
Tinged with fears!
We will lose
Freedom,
So beloved,
So dear!
So treasured
Cut down,
By Tranny's
Bloody Spear,
Liberty will be killed
And Hope will lie
Wounded,
And simply, disappear.....
I do hope that that time will never come, dear great Poetess! Let thy words be still utopia. Exellently worded.5 Stars and to my Favourites!
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Well written full of feelings