Heaven's Hung In Black
Many are lost amidst this spiralling loss
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Extensions to us in pandemic slaughter
When we've lost whom we love, it severs
But it's the many whom don't give track
Then be their 'Heaven's Hung in Black'
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2020
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