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Àŧùl Sep 2017
Sweetest angels never die,
They just become invisible.

But they manifest in your memories,
Yes, they never stop caring for You.

An angel gave birth to You,
Sweetest part of my life now.

I am sure that she deputed me,
Just for You she lobbied my life.

Let's close our eyes and see,
See where she smiles in relief.

Let's join our hands and feel,
Feel her approval seal not in disbelief.


Relieved that you are not alone,
Satisfied that you are not unloved.

Today she is smiling upon us both,
She blesses you on your birthday.
My HP Poem #1663
©Atul Kaushal
RW Dennen Oct 2014
This Black African nun in cherished photo
she calls our right to vote
Her kindness in her laughing squinting eyes,
and her kind bow smile to match
The voice of liberty written and etched upon
her kind and brilliant face; all imprinted for years
to come

All hail her bus with her sisters all in one;
a beautiful chariot on busy wheels that run
across our nation to give a helping hand
And lift our thirsty spirits on a dry and desolute land

They hold that lamp of liberty on kind hands
and gentle voice, but strong in truth be known,
to hold our basic right, to close those drapes and
snap a switch, to a voice of our own

They cross our land in valor in gentleness and kind
these nuns of liberty and justice in an unjust time

Their hearts are made from goodness; their strength
so often done, in a land so heavily pillaged, they will
never never succumb. They see a new sun rising over
the distant hill
They know their work of justice never to be still...
This is dedicated to "BUS OF NUNS"
an actual group of nuns making a positive pitch against
voter ID laws and Jerrymandering

— The End —