I rest my hat

 barcaWhere they hang clothes on a line

Across a narrow alleyway

The sun is red and yellow

In an apocalyptic haze

It’s not the end of the world;

One foot in front of the other

As the wind is rising up

Against the tyranny

For the brightest people

Who now want to be heard

Who need a given freedom

Who want to go their own way

In a Europe full of wrong


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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