The breeze is the reason
That the flag unfurls
Gentle souls in a violent world
Claim your peace like the meek
Seeking with all to find their worth
So it’s said they shall inherit the earth
Just as a new child flails at birth
The multitude reaches to claim dirt
Gentle just like a flowing stream
Peace gives birth to flowering dreams
The ancient spoken framed by words
Simply the truest meaning is unheard
Strive to connive sharp as knives
Lives torn apart and masked by lies
Just as a tapestry threads are weaved
Humanity bares the weight and grieves
Loves power can bring us to our knees
The greatest gift is not in material things
It’s that transformation that hope brings
There is still love buried within this world
Like a curled flag we must let it unfurl
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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