Look Up, Hannah The Society August 20, 2012 Poetry By Joshua Philipp We laid in mud at sorrow’s end, in a land of woeful souls. It’s a place where dreams of hollowed men are flown as flags on poles. And weary riders seeking doom ride blindly over cliffs. Machines of burden click and boom and send the bodies stiff. Oh, soldiers following the tune so blindly they do die. For men whose hearts are black and ruined, dictators telling lies. Yet Hannah, don’t give up your hope look now into the skies. When angels lower heaven’s ropes, give souls the wings to fly. Ruins of castles crawl with vines and trees where stones were set, For so long as men grow old and die, we’ll all have freedom yet. Notes: Based on Charlie Chaplin’s “look up, Hannah” speech. Joshua Philipp is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Astoria, New York City. He is vice president of the Society of Classical Poets. Click here for other poems by Joshua Philipp. Related Post ‘A History Lesson’ by Joseph S. Salemi He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. The misreporting of great Caesar’s death Errs by one gross omission. We’re not told That when conspirators... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.