Poetry Corner

Ancient Voice
by Jack Hernandez

Our souls are shredded
with scissors of hatred,
in this political season
love has been crucified
accused of irrelevance
even of subversion.

Some stroll past the other
lying on the road,
stroll to a victory
bought with compassion’s
blood paid with fear.

Yet from within the earth
ancient voices call
us to walk the way
we share with all
in our miraculous birth.