When this world wakes up from its slumber
The thunderous gods of war will arise
Bring forth the treasure of joy and wonder
Or rest assured it will be your demise
Fall not from the grace of light lay in weight
Solace they soul of rage yet to be born
Exploding with life you crush all the hate
Awake mere mortal break out of the norm


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.