Warrior

Warrior

Jo Robinson

Warrior

In those old times of war and blight
Faces turned from crimes of day and night
Chose not to see our world die behind lie on lie
When those fiery riders came that final time, to forever shield the light
Falling scales of apathy, too late forced truth to every shuttered eye
It was too late to rebel. Too late to fight

She rose from the ashes after those fire years. That warrior lord
When the Earth could take no more
She allowed no further crime to wound the face of God
She called her hidden armies, so ridiculed before
They came from their secret places, and their places of helpless war
To protect the weak and the voiceless with swords that cut and burned. Words no more

Now we see those wrongs that we unthinking wrought
Those unseen evils of greed, and stolen beauty bought
Shame-filled tears too late…

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