A Little Peace

One damaged cell can divide until it kills. For in the end we pay the rich man’s bills. The air polluted ravages and maims Now it’s cruelly late to curse and blame Oh sister how we played with our dolls’ prams In our industrial town there were no lambs. No sheep could safely graze in smokey streets. No lark would rise amazed, the dawn to greet. For you my sister breathed in that bad air We hear the tread, the foot steps on the stair. So patient stil, I wish that you would shout. From your eye I see one tear fall out. My single sister I can see your pain Your lips are dry you cough and cough again. Your mouth is hurting so you cannot eat. And on the telephone you barely speak In the world some million others groan Yes we’re fragile merely flesh and bone Even so the tears run in my sleep. Into my face these tears will slowly seep. I didn’t grasp at first that she would die And leave me here alone to curse and cry Hold me in your arms my kindly friends. From your touch a little peace descends Published by Katherine View all posts by Katherine Post navigation