Exhortation Of Larks

I wandered past the big old houses
A morning walk down private road
It made me think of how the world is
And where the poor are not allowed
They’re building walls to limit entry
Exalted larks can fly straight past
And one day soon they’ll post a sentry
Different money. Different class
But walls are what mad man espouses
Though Broom Heath isn’t Mexico
With open hearts and open houses
A revolution might just sow
The urge to see man undivided
No barriers we all are free
Imagine every soul provided
With water, food and liberty
Utopia is what I long for
A dream to share across the globe
And then our souls can like the lark soar
Around a world that freedom knows

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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