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Raging revolution failed and won,
Heroes birthed and then undone,
Epic sunsets and crashing seas,
Dirty tears and broken pleas.

Stern miners painted in coal,
Glimpses of our fragile soul,
Framed families around the tree,
Infant faces yet to be.

Dusty wagons headed west,
Little kids in Sunday’s best.
King’s faces creased with stress.
Coats of arms with golden fesse.

Broken firefighter on bended knee,
Fishermen casting on a quiet quay.
Sallow faces in the bowl of dust.
Things that now have turned to rust.

Plainsmen afraid of a captured soul,
Soldiers bleeding who once were whole.
Of all the things caught by my sight,
I’ve yet to catch the dark of night.

Patrick