The Shadow Behind The Sword Poem by Daniel Hooks

In the words we say, a shadow longer than midday sun is cast
Beyond the grave the sword that saves us from the axe
Beyond the taxes and tax collectors in this country vast
though we are but mortals
the books we read are portals
to lives we've never lead
our blood runs thick and red.

The shadow behind the sword
is the words we said sincerely
they are the nearly
meant songs of another world
A parallel world where utopia was cast
into years that lasted.