He who will not <br />embrace my thoughts <br />with honour and grace, <br />nor let me <br />lift my eyes to the wide, blue sky, <br />nor scatter my laughter <br />over happy days, <br />nor my tears <br />on the cold stone nights, <br />will kill my soul <br /> <br />and I will not <br />consent <br />to murder. <br /> <br />(27 November 2006)<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picket-fence/
