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Layers upon layers stare at us Bulging eyes straining behind black silk veils Men masquerading as women Hugging and carrying little children wandering around the busy towns draped in long black gowns Many questions have been asked Many conclusions have been made Yet the hidden DNA cannot Replace the truth that is buried in their graves What you know is what you don’t know And what you don’t know is what you know Dug out walls embraced myriad truths Stretched beyond the days of their youth Blistered hands holding blistered feet Whispers embracing whispers And skinny boys scampering around the streets Looking for something to eat I can hear them crying I can feel the tension growing I can see them coming Friendship or love Diplomacy for blood Searching knocking wandering Trust embodied in deep betrayal Friendship endorse guilt and shame No one wants to play this dangerous game Trees budding new leaves in autumn Roots expanding in the earth The moment lingers Days become shorter And children are growing faster Destiny carved on an inch of wall History repeated on broken edge This is the spot where they wed You have been exposed to tyranny and horror For a well in the ground in the midst of sorrow Open your eyes and look around It’s the same road you have trod The same people you have met Mingling with them at the dinner table pumping oil from their manmade well and drinking with them from the pit of hell How many times have you cross this bridge How many times have you made that deal? Yet you spend years searching for answers when there is a manmade disaster The answers are engraved in their ruthless faces? wrapped up deep within their guiltless faith Multitude of wounds hidden beneath old scars Restless voices muttering horrifying sounds And blood stained garments hanging all around ©2013 Christine Phillips