The Time Will Come

Roaring thunder painted black and blue when all is reaching the apex of calm. No daggers tossed, no guns explode emasculating the possibility of a bomb. Restless body, mindless thought heed not the worry of those who care. All around you with love in their hearts weeping eyes so much pain to bear. Give up? O no! that has no place, no time will come when we'll give up on you, but the ball rolls and the pins will fly when the jubilant sounds of freedom comes triumphantly through. Written by: Melvina Germain June 2/2015