Smiles Sighs and Wiles

These children of woe are the fears we nursed from our childhood of tears..
The cares that caressed our soldered soldier hearts
by the pool of Bethesda
When we vowed never to step in the water at the stir of the angel.
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The drones of drowning crocodiles
And the growns of the sinking axe and falling trees
elucidated a sick Moseship.
On these sinking sands we stand
All other ground is stinging slab.
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Today, we dine with death in the pot
And wine with vessels unto horror.
We lost our smiles for sighs, to their wiles
At the pool of Bethesda.
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There was a stir, but we’d heal not.
These children of woe are the fears we nursed from our childhood of tears.
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© 1 December, 2015
Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen)
#Politics #Bethesda #Religion #Leadership

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