Refusing to see the obvious, blind faith in ignorance and hate.

These are all around us as we wait at Heaven’s gate.

When will the gate open, when will closed minds open to the true?

I don’t know about my own, can I leave it up to you?

I suppose I should do something, I write a poem now and then.

Who was it who compared the sword unfavourably with the pen?

Tich Ennis

1st May, 2016