{for all those born beneath an angry star}

How Fragile We Are

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun,
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument:
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are, how fragile we are how fragile we are…

Sting

Pleasant Hill464

Poetry Friday today is hosted at cousin Mary Lee’s A Year of Reading.

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