The Peers of Divine – A Poem

IMG_2950Fall upon the ranks of man;

Grovel to be free,
Apathetic to be left to mourn.

Rise upon the man of lords;

Nothing can live in this valley of life,
Nothing can wither that is not born.

Sit atop the lords of none;

Weathered is our kin,
Incoherent are their sons.

Isaac Olajos

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