There is nothing better than a revolution
when the nobility of foolish dreams
lulls a city to sleep
her history always repeats
and she has walked beside him for the longest time
Two brothers share a tombstone
under a dust covered church by the roadside
left rotting against black flowers
and buried amongst lost time
fifteen is too young
and a hanging is rarely forgiven
said the girl to the blank-faced man
A tall man crumbles in the crusades
his legs broken back for a casket
two others by his side
even in death they are not equal
and keys clink in the dark
good deeds rarely go unpunished
his bones snapped by wandering hands
Three boys swallowed by an ashen sea
death follows death he said
and curiosity always kills
while the sandy haired man stands on that cliff
and paints his sorrows across the sunset
this ain’t your tragedy and it wasn’t their time
is what he didn’t say to her
A lonely man falls to his knees and claims war
for a city he never knew
and a women he never loved
while an angel sits on a park bench and rips away her wings
because freedom always comes with a price
said the angel girl to the blank-faced man
Sarah Hale was born and raised in Virginia. She has been published in Crossroads IV Anthology and she was a winner of the 2016 Virginia-Festival-of-the-Book-High-School-Poetry-and-Prose-Contest.