Birgit Lechner
Model, Horse Whisperer
The moment of hope
freedom, joy
is nearly upon us,
Thus, leave mundane
arcane, absolutely useless
fruitless, rootless chores,
adore, beauty, charm,
smiling, warm
welcoming faces
traces of good tidings
hidden in wooden horses
riding on pure luck
fate will go,
bit by bit, easy on you
just show destiny the courage
and stay the course
move with gusto, force,
bring back enthusiasm of
past gone era,
one you have lost in improbable
chase of glory and greed
go back to that time
when world was all green
bright and preened
from all the doom and gloom
create a plan, build a barn
loom cotton yarn, anything
which allows removal of doubt
create once again
that belief in self,
not clout of some,
who declare,
write in flares,
warnings abound
Don’t go around
testing heights,
that can be reached,
their grip breached
giving them fright,
that their Reign,
gold adorned lanes
have no attraction,
lost its traction
to brave ones,
the hour, mighty moment is upon us
rise we shall, wise will mull
for centuries to come, of today
with their all encompassing
hindsight lens
to what does not make sense
and still marvel at our victorious
at some time laborious march,
to liberation, salvation,
end of tyranny,
Raise your voices to
Long last mutiny!
with few flickering lights,
a desire to fight,
to get back our rights
our freedom, our sight
and our hope
