Prison
Resistance and the great purging

Fingers press black wood, nails scratch the wire, pulsate,
softly reverberate, affixed in their hollow prison.
Fire in the cauldron roars, flames engulf metal
hammers beat to shape, cast in burning prison.
Children, faces, abandoned, frightened, alone,
fathers, mothers, disappeared in distant prisons.
Artisans, musicians, in the streets, resistance, as if one
instrument of change, shouting down the guards of prison.
Shining bronze, striking strings, sound
their rising energies, human strength shatters prison.
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Thank you for this mood
I read your poems all the time, but don't always have the time to respond. They are always great and very thought provoking. Good job you!