Bring me my spear

I have no words again today, so I reblog a poem by Jane Dougherty, who lives in France, and wrote this piece this morning. Cette merde hits very close to home…


Jane Dougherty Writes

To borrow and paraphrase Blake’s words. I don’t have enough of my own left.


I will not cease from mental fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,

Till we have built fraternity,

In every green and pleasant land.

I will not pray for others’ sins,

Nor will I hide, but take a stand,

To lighten ignorance in our midst,

That darkness never raise its hand.

I will not turn the other cheek,

Nor forgive those who maim and kill,

I will denounce their ugly creed,

Justice must win, one day it will.

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3 thoughts on “Bring me my spear

      1. I have so many thoughts boiling over when these things happen. Mainly anger. I’m not into peace and love, but give me a gun, show me how to use it, and I’d happily shoot those bastards down.


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