Today Again
Today Again
It does not improve
the void where hope once lived
now genocide has set her tent
among the childrens’ toys
toy trucks and broken dolls
blood smeared
the silence smocked
in mothers’ tears
a father’s curse breaks with the sun
an ambulance careens
through dust and concrete humps
this life with death as his bride.
Copyright © Michele Fermanis-Winward | Year Posted 2024
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