Mulling it over,
Mother wishes you many
(for Carol, August 28, 2016)
Here are two edits of same poem. Which do you prefer and why? I appreciate all responses, good or bad. I prefer my latest edit because I spent more time on it. The first trial may have more spontaneity. The second pays more attention to each word. Just my opinion.
We cry for angels on each avenue.
The Devil rides our streets and there are few
may run so fast his evil to escape
when aimed by an ideal so full of hate.
There’s bloody death in Nice we all must share.
When will we take up our ideals; defend
the innocent so destiny’s their friend?
Our sighs still come too late as all those cries
from World War Two? Old souls regard the scene
repeated and repeat as oft we sigh:
“Another angel lost; we hear your screams.”
But when will we defend the little ones
when evil’s had…
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