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. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.