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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Re-sound Melody










Re-sound Melody

Who shall sing my song when all that is
left are scattered rhythms
Who shall gather scraps and stand face
to the wind upright in the gales and sing
rag to a bloodied eye - torch still aflame
root of all that was and can still be right
Who shall sing my song?







9 comments:

  1. So timely and, because of that, heartbreakingly real and powerfully moving!

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  2. This makes me incredibly sad. Beautiful, plaintive words!

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  3. I think the song can still be sung... it's etched in the heart of too many human beings to be silenced.

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  4. I think this is something we all wonder....who will sing our song when we are gone!

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  5. A powerful piece. You have posed a question I have often grappled with - and struck the chords of that melody ... perfectly.

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  6. Who will 'dare' sing the song in fact as I am old enough to remember tyranny and the consequences of opposition.

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  7. Seems to me you are singing it – and beautifully.

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  8. " stand face
    to the wind upright in the gales and sing" – so beautifully said...

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