Would you have preferred listen to the whisper?

 Of the cracking dried rose under your feet?

Or the silence of the deads?

Would you prefer looking at the smile of a child?

Or the remains of an infant in S-24?


Turn your head the other way,

It is easier, ignorance is bliss!

But don’t complaint,

Their skulls spoke louder,

Then any living proses.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

those few lines spoke louder then the anger i could scream at .

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leo_love31's picture


very  well spoken


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from behond, i like to say thank u for them

MERCI, THANK U, not for me, but for the 20 000 peoples who have perish, and never had the chance to type on the net to testified thir last momments. i am not trying to declare i know what their must have been throught or even, despise wanting to know and visit their last places, where remains their voices which at the time speak louder and louder to my ears. i hope in my humble way though poetry, gave them a voices maybe it was not what they would have say, but i saw , and choose not too turn my face the other side to pretend, it did not exist.

blessings and lights, Herve/ margot.

Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.