Thursday, April 28, 2011

Hope

A light brushes my cheek
and I cannot look,
a warning came too late for the
thousands melting in the streets
Every day the same chill,
the same terror erupting in the hearts
that will not give in

We all saw the bloodied face
of a young girl who believed
in the morning
Now the world rains ashes,
crimson tears that have seen
too much in one day, a lifetime

Every cause runs back to the sea,
and every hour peels back
the layers of our greatest fear,
unconscious men with guns

Go down to the waters edge
and sit awhile, let the sand
sift through your fingers
And when you turn at last
to something new in the distance,
let it be the sun


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