What happened in the space of time who sanctioned our committed crime Thrust in the queue Bourgeois decree time travel through choice autonomy Airy chatter children playing post-mind scatter is it graying? Burn it down Our leaders beckon the prize a crown more death no reckon Sorrows find me in spaces tender I am free no defense to render Like trodden weeds alone all winter light it pleads when truth lingers - deborah t. hewitt
Dedicated to all who lost their lives, their health, their livelihoods, in these last four years due to covid, covid complications, forced (or by choice) vaccinations and an absolute withholding of positive, validated information stoked by a need for power. It never works.
God keep you,
ox
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” - John 8:32
Gorgeous writing Deborah. I am so in awe of excellent poetry because I just can't write it, but you most assuredly can. - Jim
This is why I did not get the jab. Powerful poem, Deborah, raw and intense! Thank you.