When The Singing Starts Poem by Grant House

When the singing starts
The forces of darkness
Might as well just throw up their hands and give up
Their fate sealed
The future bright, fresh, and new
Their mighty conquest
An insignificant aberration
In the long and fruitful women's march
Toward wholeness and joy
When the singing starts
The harmonizing and dancing
Wreak havoc on malevolent forces
And the children are happy
They think up silly games to play together
And make up new languages
And songs of their own
That's what happens when the singing starts