Reflections
And in our old mirror- our reflection- our rebellion and battle scars-unseen,
And through our window- a world washed Red- all the pain and loss suffered,
The Motherland- our home- beyond these bricks a house washed in white,
Reflections always of the lost souls of our people- our struggles- our memories,
Sleep now.
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2019
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