Dusk with a streak
of crimson above the mountains
Yields to the coolness
of the coming nightfall
The far side of the meadow,
a hedge of low fence
Catches the last streak
of light in viridian grass
Still rising…
stand still grass of the meadows,
Like writers standing with pen
to fight all evil thoughts
Stand for justice and true knowledge
Stand still Red warriors of the people
Arise for the people
to be able to find the meaning of life
Arise for the people
struggling to be free!
(Meet Mago Contributor) Maya Daniel.
Re: poem Maya Daniel
Powerful and moving.
Beautiful! 💚