WE ARE ALL WARRIORS
TRAPPED FOREVER BY TIME
IN THE LIFE WE KEEP
IN CHOICES WE HOLD
BE TRUE TO INDEPENDENCE
AND GRATEFUL
THE BLESSING OF SPIRIT'S FREEDOM
RULES US ALL
J. London
Feb '05
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Fur Friend
I weep for foxes all aglow
in midnight air no fur to show.
I weep for angels overhead
that see destruction gone unsaid.
I weep for us who knowingly
do wrong around a cherub's tree.
When will time
heal all their wounds
the ones bekempt, inflicted with doom?
"Poor, poor souls" I cry to sleep
they haunt me now with no retreat.
I must do as all my will
allows me to, to free the ill.
I'm sorry creatures of the night
I'll do all I can to make things right
Fear not, fur friends
I'm here for you
through tears of mine
I'm tried and true.
J London
9/19/07