05 June 2019

anniversary

whirling voices bodies shoving falling
i didn't think it would be this quiet
my own breathing sounds loud inside
sharp cracks fading cries confusion
i feel the smoke tug at my eyes
my cheeks are wet with anguish
rumbling hate silenced oppression
i can feel the world growing small
my hands reach for missing arms
loud denials missing memories
i taste the bitter pill of yesterday
my beloved's kiss is forgotten
anthems echo relentless freedom
i smell the sweat of people singing
the aroma of hope fills my nostrils
marching marching marching
i sense the end has not yet come
my story goes on beyond today

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