Tilting Windmills

A few
scribbled words.
Puny insignificant
things.
In themselves.

Yet spiritual vibrations
signalling divine power!
To rock capitalistic nations
structured exploitation crime core!
Covetous entrenched foundations.

Bullets by contrast
at their optimum.
May produce
only deadfall.
Steaming felled corpse.

Life crushed
can be taken
only once.
Guarded man
may so easily
be struck down.

But dreams
craving truth
cannot be silenced!
Visions dreamt
born to life
suffer birth pangs!

Even those garmented
in martyr’s blood!
May elevate
laboured protracted existence!

A few scribe
scribbled words.
Puny insignificant
tiny things.
In themselves.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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