As the end wept upon the land,
we could hear the approaching fall.
Justice answered the trumpet’s call,
trusting the fight to her troop’s hand.
Fate trembles with haste to expand,
through misdeeds by her shameless foe.
Past foolish decisions now crow,
“Wait—no—this was not meant to be.”
They beg the nation, “Hear our plea.
Heal honor, shout, no…no… NO!”
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 23 FALL. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
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