It’s been a long, long time …since I was last here. But I have to go again.
Ah, inspiration is not something I get nowadays. My muse seems to have run off…with some other poet perhaps. 
This is one for the road…
Mothers still wail in despair;
lives broken beyond repair.
The music of guns still plays
through the life and death of days,
exciting our limbs and might,
and luring us into flight
Lest we, our unwritten fates meet.
We still dance to Hunger’s wiles,
his merry tune sweet as biles.
In lieau of anger now spent,
our stomachs wait like a saint;
As quiescent as Marakesh.
Beneath our trasparent flesh,
half-heartedly, our hearts beat.
We still dance the dance of fear,
for Death once yonder is near.
Murky Tartarus’ doors,
like Hyena’s infallible nose,
sigh with unguarded desire;
And mighty Zeus,the Grandsire,
unmoved, unnerved, takes his seat.
Though we walk through these dark gales,
and languish in deeper dales,
our spirits can not waver:
For our victory, soon to savour,
lies around the corner, nigh;
Hearts in joy will leap sky high:
In the distance the dark is lit.
Yes, we are children of Death;
We are,too, children of Hope
Hepatica
