Post No 791
Under the Weight of a Leaden Sky
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Greys, graze,
Colours erase,
Faceless figures, nameless numbers,
Making sense of the senseless.
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Humanity wounded,
Cut to the core, edges raw,
Someone’s baby,
Somebody’s child.
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Chain linked, slashed wide,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
Weeping tears,
Stilling fears.
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Gap-toothed abscess marred;
History’s face is scarred.
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©Denise G Allen, 27 April 2015 03:46
29/04/2015 at 7:37 am
So much sorrow.
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31/05/2015 at 7:42 pm
“History’s face is scarred.”
Yes indeed.
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