Broken Arrows

Thanks to gotta have rock and roll for the photograph.

I’ve never seen the days grow mean as hell
in all my years alive its been as hot
the trees have fallen, putrid, into rot
the church has silenced long ago its bells

“in time” they speak whose eyes don’t see the lot
these tides will change and once again be kind
in all must one hold faith in gods divined
or fear the sight in which the arrows shot

so if no patience be your heart and mind
your souls an empty broken vessel shew
we watch the words that seem to break their que
and lightning fast your world is torn and blind

the days grow weary in our lagging drought
we all must learn to live and live without


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