the angels sang in harmony, relief was the sigh 
 no more burdened hearts, with the unequal cry 
 equality had been found, a blessing from above 
 the day the world found out, there was no colour in love
 

God's Tender Hand

 the meadows and the moor lands, the wildflower seeks a quiet
place the surprises of great beauty, paint a smile upon the face 
the mysterious beauty, a dressing of colour on the land 
lovingly kept in order, by God's tender hand 

Copyright © 1997 Tyron Allbright. All rights reserved.

Hello my name is Tyron Allbright. I was born in the Midlands. I would like to  class myself as just an ordinary backstage sort of a person, who has a great  fondness for pets. I have always experienced great pleasure working the land and wood carving, until an injury to my hand led me to the path of  poetry.  And out of sheer frustration, a new door opened up for me. I had  some work published (which amazed me because I had never written  before.) Then came a constant stream of published work, to which I would  like to express sincere thanks to the International Library of Poetry, and  Forward Press Ltd. for their encouragement which led me here. I would like  to think my poetry puts across the message of equality for all races and a productive, creative life  to each and everyone who shares God's world.

At least we now have some names of organisations who are claiming responsibility for such international linguistic terrorism.