We Create, Demise
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Hold me now
The rain is snivling
I hear them cry
The heavens yearning

We learn our place
We stay - creation
Burned and faceless
Rename our nation

Call this earth?
Uncalled for, wail
Defy our law
Deny our name!

Humans lost
The war So great
I think I'll call
This outcome fate