Day is Done

Nineteen hundred miles of wall
An awe-full work of tyrant’s art
Devoid of soul, bereft of heart
Yet echoing with trumpets’ call

Proud they marched its weary length
A multitude of diverse feet
Come rain and wind and ice and sleet
Giving all and sharing strength

Through cracks they marvelled at the sight
Of hammer-wielding righteous men
Each proud to be a citizen
Of a country bleached pure white

Six long years they stamped the ground
And in the seventh, seven times
Protesting presidential crimes
From coast to coast – till came the sound

Of trumpets! singing day is done
In mourning for the red and blue
For freedom and for justice too
And loss of all that once was won

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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5 Responses to Day is Done

  1. Great poem, Frank. Let’s just hope we get through next week. What a nightmare.

  2. You never cease to amaze me. I love this poem––powerful.

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