Look Up, Hannah

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.

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