Children of the Ash
Ashes were dancing in the air
Children played the music
Up the chimney, smoke appeared
Down the chimney, a child became lucid
No screams came from the house
Clean faces of apathy
Shouts rose and spread chaos
Dirty faces of agony
A black cloud settled above the village
Men marched with torches
No one could live with the image
But the white men in porches
Copyright © Heath Gebreek | Year Posted 2019
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