The Guest - Poem by George Howard
Come! Sit here beside me and tarry a while,
For as you know I’m lonely, I’m lost in a style
Of a time I no longer know or care for. A time
hanging in a fog of remorse, blanketed with a lime
of burning lies and deceit. Your honesty holds me in awe
and in trust. Of your future? I look and thought I saw,
A glimmer of hope. And retribution to those false, smiling
eyes. Satiating our minds with promises false. Lucifer’s beguiling
ways. Reveal once again your ideas, so devastating to those
of closed mind. To those who seek naught but to strike blows
at the weak and the poor. Tell me of your terrible plans,
To strike them from existence, to drive them from our lands.
This plan, not of missiles and warheads. But of staff and of dove.
Of nothing more than a world wrapped with love.
Tell me this and once more I will sleep.
Down here in my bed, your secret to keep
between us two, ‘til the moment arrives. When,
I will meet you once more my friend, be with you again.
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