...this battleground of trees, whose majesty of limbs are twigs of poetry...the first word found...
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Conscript
Any one who speaks their truth, is bound to draw flak, in these times. Speak them anyway, for there is a war and we are in it. Put the armor of God, and rightousness upon yourself and come. You are needed at the front. Poets first, not last...for this is a battle, not of the flesh, but for the soul of humanity.
Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
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