Anymore # 2

by the light of the day,
by the light of the moon.
the black horse is coming,
cant get here too soon....

forgiveness doesnt come with nuclear tears,
you cant buy back the moment by selling the years,
we are no more than our dreams and our fears,
if hurt's the disease then love is the cure,
a man bows his head, a woman endures,
catastrophe is close, but salvation is near....

and as the wind blows hard on freedom's shores,
we stare in the mirror and unlock the door....
our sons their victims, our daughters their whores,
we're not gonna take it anymore!
.......just not gonna take it anymore!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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