Spoken Word
Saturday, April 28, 2018
#32 Hope
I wish a star would shine today
Above the blackness of our days
Above the anger and the pain
To see another die in vain
And as we walk into the night
Clenched fists become handshakes again.
(prompt: Write in iambic meter)
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