Spain
A fight with bloodshed leaves us cold,
But warms the hearts so dear,
It signifies a licence given
To take of life with fear.
But when one looks into the eyes,
And searches high and low,
An ounce of love forgiven
Does penetrate, and flow,
Unimpeded, one to one,
And links us all below,
It drives a spear of recognition
Of the Son of God in tow.
Why do we thus re-enact
The fate of One so grand,
Instead of focussing on high,
Of His message to this land?
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.