hopes chained to the ground

we silently seek your solace proud

we have ourselves king crowned

 

doubts crowd my brain, fears resound

forlorn lethargy cries none can save us

hopes chained to the ground

 

in past, we heard your trumpet sound

daybreak brought joy; sun flawless

proud, we hail ourselves king crowned

 

future holds no promise to be found

we are guilty, a race of the lawless

hopes chained to the ground

 

horrors and blame, all that surround

we have become the dead, the aweless

proud, we have ourselves king crowned

 

to you we must come ’round

rise up, fresh spring gladiolus

hopes chained to the ground

proud, we have ourselves king crowned

 

 

Ruth Kurowski

Ruth Kurowski

Youth Perspective Blogger/Poet