Waves

[Lovely]

There is a Great Light which stands tall
when suffering pangs the heart
and the mighty with their swords
make small of a lonely heart

what is gained with power
if the soul is lost
why climb the Babel Tower
it lies in the dust

where power-hungry men
and merchants fought
where now they lay in waste
lost souls in nets abroad

where now even the cries of loved ones
once on earth
cannot be found to endear only darkness
is their girth

Beware O man of riches
and bear soul with grace,
for Light alone can save
this sad Cro Magnon race

[KevJ]

Lovely! Good to hear from you. I see where your coming from here.

[Arian]

Not heard from you in quite a while, Lovely. Nice to see you back.

I won't claim I can make much sense of this (nothing changes, does it?), but I confess I like some of the sounds it makes. The first line is full of (sadly unfulfilled) promise, and s2 is really nice (but could be better with a hint of punctuation).

Cheers
peter

[Macavity]

Like that use of long and short lines, there seemed some play in the form, though the content was rather stern.

mac