Forgiveness is Not ours To Give

Vast space
surround me;
above
crystalline blue
dotted white
clouds
soft
able to hold a baby
while an adult does plunge
straight through
right down to the other side.
Beneath
scorched earth
barren
scarred with brutal past
history taken
rewritten
in the face of only one.
I lay
ear pressed
listening
hearing
muted cries
reaching…..
for rest
reaching….
for justice
reaching…..
for home once more.
Tears
beneath cheek
green blooms
giggles heard
gentle caress…..
‘Finally we can rest.’
©June 14/21
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They All Know

Mouths moving
singing,
crying,
raised in condolences
shouting in ire;
shoulder to shoulder
you want to walk.
Faces pointed
primed
frown
wipe away the tear
denounce the evil
knowing
that this is in part your fault;
does it lay uneasy in your heart
or
can you not even see it?
Your hypocrisy
painted
bright colors
swathes against the grey sky
could have…..
changed the tide
could have…..
stayed the charge;
deny
deny
deny…..
tides are changing
waters receding
ugliness bubbling through…..
I see you
I hear you
these platitudes
not the words chosen
when down the party line you voted
recorded
in posterity
when you thought no one would know.
©June 13/21
Picture is my own