Pails of gold
filled with
silver of the sheep
counted with
fingers tinted green
with greed
with madness.
Voices raised
passion made
‘hear me and obey’
struggling out
from heavy hand
roaring with rage.
Emphatically
denounce the tyrants
fists raised
statements made
never to be blind again.
Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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Wow that’s awesome Jay-lyn! 🙂
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Thank you 😀
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Always a pleasure, never a problem 🙂
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Thank you
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Lovely poem dear. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Thank you
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