Poems from Black Violet
The children run and play in a dark world.
The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play.
They play in a dead...
Were we human?
Yes, once we were.
But not now.
Not now.
Now we are more.
We are one.
Unity.
No more individuals.
No more hate.
No more...
Today is frozen
in blue and white
we live to stall
upon a blank page
This picture, now
a photograph
In black and white
Reframed to show
a...
My heart was splattered
blood red over drab stones
gravestone inscription read:
here lies the girl who lost her home
Her heart and her...