Who
was playing with fire
the night the earth burned . ?
Who was playing
with all things learned
but
had not learnt a thing . ?
We may never feel
the warmth again
upon our skin
We may never love
nor touch
nor grieve
again
s o m e o n e . !
perhaps had said
I will not respect your god
he is a false god
I will not respect your beliefs
they are not my beliefs
I will not respect you
you do not look as I do
I covet
that which is yours
by birthright
I claim this
in the name of
my god
my conscience
my country
I insist you choke
for yet another day
a n d s o . .
the skies were filled
with birds of prey
and serpents’ tails
revelations unleashed
as wingless flight
target
their intentions
and out of light of day
came dark of night
a s c r e a t i o n ’ s c h i l dr e n
cowered in the ash
of blight rained down
blistered skin
pustules raw
fetid silence
and despair
evoked
Gretel’s legacy
b r e a d c r u m b s . . !
Can no Longer
Take us Home
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