The Coming Day

running out of time
Glorious ecstasies await the coming day.

Each of the people anticipated liberty.
They wanted independence from all but self.

Each attempt to progress was too slow.
Waiting for justice was tiring.
The poor wept bitterly alone.

Why did the evil prosper?
The world was a safe place for thieves and outlaws.
Then they passed as a floating cloud.
The weak will not need to wait forever.

W. Wayne B.

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© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit Tom Stone

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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