Spark

Spark

A Poem by Aron Smith

From the dark,
A Spark,
echoes forth.
Into the night,
bringing delight,
of a new birth.

Brings a new scope,
a new hope,
for us all.
Won't be losing,
he's refusing,
to fall.

Want's a change,
rearrange,
all which is wrong.
Not a fake,
he won't break,
got to keep strong.

Shadows surround,
from the ground,
attempting corruption.
He fights back,
the attack,
results in disruption.

Bones get cracked,
body's racked,
with agony and pain.
His will is strong,
knows right from wrong,
knows he can take the strain.

No tears,
Evil fears,
and cries retreat.
We're free,
just to be,
and to be able to eat.

Not today,
Who can say,
maybe tomorrow.
Till then we hope,
and cope,
with the sorrow.

We lack courage,
to discourage,
our oppression.
Pray help will come,
while we slum,
in our depression.

© 2009 Aron Smith


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Aron Smith
Aron Smith

Aberdeen, Scotland, United Kingdom



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