יום שבת, 27 באוגוסט 2011

the hill

the hill 
The hill stands still.
Who shall save us from its ill ? 

Oh, i don't mean a metaphor of knights who kill and maim and hate.
Oh, i don't mean a simile of values cast in mold ,nor do I speak of greatness that has grown cold.

We need a knight
for in our past we sent them to the night,
for in our thirst for ail and dill
we forgot that there will come a time
to pay that wretched bill. 

Alas, our hunger shall be growing still
for  it has come for us.  
The hill.

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