Christabel McCooey

Held In History - Poem by Christabel McCooey

The blaring lights, the gritty air,
The screeching breaks, the rage declared,
Yet in these busy London streets,
I hear the voice of history speak.

She is calm, she is witty,
She speaks with no shame.

She holds the voices of the prophets.

They are here.
They are me and you.

Topic(s) of this poem: politics

Comments about Held In History by Christabel McCooey

  • Kelly Kurt (11/1/2015 11:52:00 PM)

    A very well written piece, Christabel (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (11/1/2015 8:46:00 PM)

    Calmly propheziing. yes we poets are prophets speaking against all the evils of humanity and percieving all that is good and praising them. well written poem. thank you . tony (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

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