April wind tickle strands of hair
Whispering the darkest secrets
Did I do the right thing?
Childish laughter fills the streets
Surrender paints the feverish sky
My resilience hardens.
Citizens joining in harmonious unity
Can I bring them through hatred?
Can the land heal under my ruling hand?
Mary’s soothing touch
Her eyes filled with undoubted pride
My strength renewed.
Eyes rest on me
The pressure drowns out all reverberations
Can I mend the break between brothers?
Is our land forever divided?
Can freedom ring?
The actors rule their space
United in their purpose
Their destiny written on aged paper
Ours written in immortals blood
“Old gal- you sockdologing old man-trap”
Mirth untainted by the brutality of war
The lights fade
The curtains close
Pain casts dark shadows
Familiar screams materialize
“Sic semper tyrannis”
Southern words steal thinning air
Abhorrence claims us at our door.
Cold hands raise me
Agony wrenches me down
Will the land forever be painted red?
Will our darkest hour never end?
Is there still hope for the imprisoned?
Tears stream down my pale face
Is this uphill battle already lost?
Mary’s face fades
Darkness cuts the final string of courage.
Light radiates in the distance
Slowly painting streaks of color
Hand in hand
My brothers walk
Black and white
Their colors blend
Throughout the land
The rains wash
The final strands of red.