Fallen
At the bed of our mother
We raised dependence
While charging opposition
With the message of repentance
Gave names to savages
As we raped and pillaged land
Declaring enlightenment
While making derelicts understand
...god
It is bricks that make walls
Yet we erected steel beams
Nothing in between
So that the fall would be quick and clean
No one rises again
The fall is a permanent dead
No amount of cleaning
Can erase what's been bled
..dry
All evils exposed
Lying, broken, without a hope
There is no getting up
No elusive rope
For the FALLEN
written by Trudy Schrader on 02-11-2023
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2023
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