A message from the front line

​Listen, listen
​to the rain.
​Crushing down
​upon the babies,
​the old, and anyone
​else who resists the
​long nights of bad dreams.
​Long our cries kept ringing,
​’ We will not lie with
​slavery or death as our keeper’.
And the rest of you watched,
crying to your souls.
As blood became spring dust,
with flesh, eyes and hair.

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