Sometimes ...

A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they cant leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

This beautiful poem was covering a boarded up building. I found it incredibly inspirational and moving. When i googled for the poet, Sheenagh Pugh, she doesnt even have it on her website anymore because she hates it so much.

Shame really, beautiful piece of work for an urban setting.