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Seeing Red…

15 Aug

blood redder

 

by Rhiannon C Hall

 

The streets run red
From brokenness and blindness,
From self-destructive hate of Other,

And yet,
Can you point out
Which pool and spill
Came from you?
Which came from me?
From “us”?
Or from “them”?

You can only revel
In the power of your anger
That painted our world red
Because it wasn’t only your blood that was shed…

But, if we are one creation,
Wasn’t it?

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Posted by on 15 August 2017 in Blog, Poetry

 

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