News
gritty grey
dust covered
death
war
hatred
every channel.
Children stolen
death toll paid
heaps of heads
rolling
fall between the cracks
wails of pain
no answers given
they were not important enough.
Lives
bartered
traded
bound in acrimony
a new regime of slaves
a new phantom to chase.
Roiling
pain
reaching far
wide
spanning crevices
un-sighted hands
plunge in
rip heart free
crushed……
Empathy
the ability to…..
feel everything
clear see everything…..
brought to our knees
head clutched
no more
no more
screams of torture
learned dread.
Ghosts
weaving
history
hands
grasping
begging for chance
to have their stories told.
©March 7/20
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