A Solstice Prayer
As the standing sun sets over sorrowful skies,
I open my heart and hear the cries
Of children, broken by one man's lies.
I pray to gods both new and old,
Please find them all, let their stories be told.
Give them peace, give them hope and a clear end in sight,
But most of all, give them their mothers tonight.
21 june 2018
Copyright © Anna Greene | Year Posted 2018
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