Oh, where have we come

This generation of mine

We cry of freedom

Without the blood

We cry of rights

While screaming, “No, No,

No sacrifice”

Then they die

Suddenly they are heroes.

We are not meant to sit still

But only till instruction comes

Whether it be seen or hid

It is my purpose


(first April poem a day. Prompt based on “One will never be great in this land lying quiet and domesticated, nor will one ever be that violent and bloody)

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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