Mike Hester

Revolution - Poem by Mike Hester

The angels wailed in sympathy
For the possibility.
(Some things went, some things came,
Many stayed the same.)

Crimson was their streams of blood
Etching into barren earth -
Whilst the pulse of cannon fire
Became the song they sang.

Heroes dwell in history
(The obvious spoils of victory)
As the spirits of the vanquished
Await their time again.

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  • (6/28/2008 7:51:00 PM)

    All your poems are really good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

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