The Unlimited Light Of Song

Waiting in fear
in this sudden,
moonless dark.

Lying alone all across
the country, some scattered 
face down upon stone;  

some of us clawing alone
at barn-board floors, 
gasping for air;

others huddled 
in city doorways,
watching our homes burn,

watching
everything beloved 
burn.

Tonight the fight
is at the door
and not of our making.

Tonight we fight back their way,
by the glowing rage
of uncounted flames.

But tomorrow?
Tomorrow, we fight our way,
illuminated

by the unlimited
light of
song.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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