November 06th, 2017

Now
 By Sarah Dunbar
 
If you’re watching, reading this now,
Look to the left and answer us how:
Infants screaming, children bleeding
Mothers weeping; fathering pleading,
Crowds cheering and then disappearing
Families torn up, lives shook up
Flesh. Bones, hearts, souls shut up;
 
Minds, dreams, loves, hopes laid out on earth
Tarmac, streets, floors and roads.
 
If you’re watching, reading this now,
Look to your right and with all your Might:
Here’s Tommy, he’s our pride
And our joy, our special little boy
Hide and seek and his precious toy
Fills his lungs with joy,
His golden hair
 
Such flair
 
Heart beating the tune of the elect
 
Now, close your eyes
Don’t object
 
Open, look and listen
 
To the ear-splitting silence.
 
Those golden locks now red
Sheet covered. Dead.
That favorite toy
Next to his side
It’s your turn to go seek
Now he has nowhere to hide

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Tear drops
By Sarah Dunbar
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When will I have used my allowance of tears
                          
                                             When will they dry up and be no more
Waves crashing on a desert floor
                Bringing sweet release for a moments false peace
Rivers of salt exploring, searching the crevices of my face


              Am I in the right place?
It’s not a race
   But I just haven't got the pace




                                     When will the nectar of frustration and pain expire
Calling me the lier
            I know no more truth higher


Successes, boasts, praises, purposes, dignity, reasons, lofty, high, mighty reign


Whilst my tears they rain
Down my pain


Drip


Drip


Drip


Continual flow, different rhythms they know




              Am I in the right place?
It’s not a race
   But I just haven't got the pace










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