Arrested by the terror of the times,
His faith was not belied;
Daily thousands of deaths he lived,
Thousands of lives he died.
His fugitive dream was captured by
A nation’s trusting eyes,
His jailers could not see beyond
Where the walls of valor rise.
Confessed and blessed for giving his life,
He never counted the cost,
The African moon’s a candle lit
By the Southern Cross.
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Commentary:
For this year’s #WorldPoetryDay2019 I have decided to publish the works of emerging and already published poets on my blog. Today and on the next few days I will be posting poetry from different poets from all parts of the globe. The #WPD2019 is a harshtag which will be used for this poetry event.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David Thane Cornell is a talented American Poet. His passion for nature, nostalgic and pastoral poetry had made him dear to the poetry community of writers and readers. The Science Of Waiting is his recent volume of poetry.
