Seeking shelter from the storm of hatred,
the shock of indifference reverberates;
a time bomb spent to quell revolution,
yet offering no solution. Hardened hearts
rage against the dying of the fight;
with the resilience that defines the struggle.
We promise to thrive; staying alive to land
on our feet. A firm resolve shipped and settled.
Who are the real infidels?
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #105
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I wonder… infidelity can be taken on so many levels…
Love that last and powerful question.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/after-breaking/
Yeah, you end on a good question.
My Day Twenty-One
Ah Walt – once again on the same wave-length … where are the “real infidels?” … I reworked my earlier poem and reposted… Hope you enjoyed the weekend.
Good question, who is who in this crazy world.