Wojja Fink


Lilting Tongues - Poem by Wojja Fink

We were not English in our youth
Nor Irish with a lilting tongue
We knew no difference in faith
When we were lovely free and young
But we grew up and thoughts possessed the mind
And wanting what we thought we’d lost
Made clear eyes turn blind
And with our bullets blasted love and law
And kill our own in kind
With blood upon our hands and brows we taught our kids the same,
Never knowingly, we sow the seeds of pain

But freedom lies on other shores
Past bullets bombs and bloody scores
Where spirit flies and love restores
Your heart to me
Across the hills and rocky shores
I long to be.

Another bullet from a gun
Lays to rest a mother’s son
From violent minds the truth is spun
Another bomb another blast
Across the mind the shadows cast
Now all you do is from the past.

But freedom lies on other shores
Past bullets bombs and bloody scores
Where spirit flies and love restores
Your heart to me
Across the hills and rocky shores
I long to be.

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  • Fay SlimmFay Slimm (10/11/2008 4:29:00 AM)

    This speaks eternal truth John, and eloquently written with much appeal. Nothing of seperation taints the infant mind, when young we are at one with all humankind. You wrote it so well. Thank you 10+ + + from Fay. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 3, 2009


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