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by mary ann calingo | |
Published on: Aug 4, 2008 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=21411 | |
I once followed tracks of these ashen snow Secretly, silently, cautiously, now Or I’m sure be dead with just one blow That’s what I know I was only four Though with fright, with all my might I beg the truth to come to light Sir blue eyed armed men, where are my people? The death chamber they said, you wanna come with, girl? I ran with the black wind, but it carried no hope Just echoes of their brutal heehaws, and my people’s ashen souls Now where is God in this time of evil outpour? How would I know, I was only four. « return. |