Mon, 07/09/2018 - 13:43 -- Kitrain

A quiet scene, a hushed voice

Abandoned rooms and broken toys

A silence more deafening than the noise

Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot

A life that died and has been left to rot

Our cries unheard, our wails forgot


But a whisper remains, with some glimpse of poise

Cutting through lies and ploys

This government around us deploys

But perhaps it wasn’t all for naught

Keep preaching what our elders taught

Ignore the fake news the TV has got



A noun

A literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings

A means to express

A means to paint

A means to correct

A means to relate

A means to learn from a past mistake

A means to create, shape, and remake


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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