Reign Again

Though the whispers come and the nods do see I wonder what displeasure looks down on thee May the crows cry out and ravens die and all perfection never tell a lie If the holy ghost was that muted fence an object invisible with no priority would the wicked see what good stood for of all who stand still in democracy Do you hear the call of the darkest flock who once towered upon the highest throne where pain struck and swords flew wild and bellies groaned while hearts moaned What will we do when red day come forth and feathers rise to reclaim their own let the bells toll in the steeples high and all monsters whiter and brutally die Written by: Melvina Germain Date: June 27/2015