Rainbows Pour Crimson
No wonder the ocean roars
and space battles heart to heart
within a place distressed -
broken bodies clothed in denim
t-shirts splattered by screams
sprayed by bullets
Words are small comfort 'tween
two lands separated in form
but, surely, not in empathy..
we weep, shocked
that such tragedy should
cede life to the terror
of wanton craziness
Those trembling hands held high..
as young feet tried not to run
fear prompting
the urge to live, to learn
what youth fears when -
rainbows pour crimson
from palettes
Now anger reaps revenge
now trauma falls to its knees
and sermons will sound
louder than chimes..
never again..
never again..
til.. the next time
Copyright © Emma Green | Year Posted 2018
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