Reposting Anita’s lovely poem because due to a colour disaster the other day, no one could read it!
Apologies !!!!
No Hope
No children’s laughter from the park
The streets are cold and bare.
I see the devil all around
No angels in the air.
Life has played its game on us
The devil wears the crown
Where are all the promises
Our fathers handed down?
The green and pleasant land
With birds that sing all day.
Why has heaven closed its gates
And left us all to pay?
In the book of promises
God said he loved us all
And now the book of judgment
Has made its final call…
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