Cry Out

Cry havok! And weep your tears of pain.
War is full upon us and reason is on the wane.
The black dogs are running loose
And the red horse is riding hard.
Be reminded that we all are the descended kin of Cain.

Cry rescue! And beseech your friends for aid.
The fighting’s thick and soon the light will fade.
The white doves huddle in their nests,
And the bald eagles give full cry.
Remember that for fighting we each all are made.

Cry aloud! And raise your voice in song.
The funerals continue on, showing what is wrong.
Black ravens fly across darkened skies
And the gray wolves are feeding well.
Do not forget in this life that we never do last long.

Cry alive! And laugh out loud with good and merry cheer.
Another day has come and there is nothing left to fear.
The golden dogs sleep upon the porch
And the black cats hunt their mice.
Let memories cast back and recall all that you hold dear.

This text is copywrited by Brad Colver, 1997. It may be duplicated as long as the the copywrite stays with it.

Questions and comments are welcome and may be directed to bradac at alaska dot net