Poems from Afouse
work through the morning hours
work while the dew is sparkling
work mid springing flowers
work while the day grows brighter
under the...
all things being equall but yet we
still discriminate we are all equall
nomatter our heights our colour
we where all created by one man...
i hear the voices of souls being
lost forever oh who will go telling
them salvation story looking to the
savior
counting not the cost for...
there is a name inwhich we all must fight
against that name so small but very wicked
that name has destroyed lifes and seperated
many...
oh no our ends must sirely come
it blows like a slow breez with a
very horrible soundlike that of a wolf
it never tells us when it shall...