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Poems When the church bells tolled 19 16,
I was there.
The silence in mass. Empty.
Everyone too busy praying.
An eye for an eye.
A nation left blinded.
Already starving.
When they watched the food rot in the docks,
I was there.
The uproar. Unbelievable hunger.
Mothers having to do the worst for their children.
As the flag is raised in memory,
I’ll still be there.
Silent.Ashamed of a bigwig accent.
A lie disproved by blood.
When the music plays in the street,
I’ll be home.
Holding hands and singing along. Euphoric.
There’s no better place than where you belong.
And they’ll understand the lie,
I’ll live there. Loving it.
Reading The Lament attentively
An apple accepted by the tree again.
