Grave

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Grave

 

I am the scythe that cuts through old and young

In cornfields where the idle crows watch on

As scarecrows flap their arms in summer sun

And wonder where the greedy birds have gone

The weeds grow now where once the sharp blade fell

Stealing from us all that we once held dear

There are no devils in this weeping hell

Only children transformed through pain and fear

 

The creatures of the night come out to play

And dance between the tombstones on the heath

The countless names recorded day by day

With no time left to give them all a wreath

We didn’t think the warnings mattered much

This is the price we paid for human touch

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◄ Is There, In Truth, No Beauty

All We Left Were Birds ►

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Ian Whiteley

Sat 28th Mar 2020 00:58

Thanks for the kind comments Mark & Po - I really appreciate you taking the time to do so.
And thanx to everyone for the 'likes' 😃
Ian

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 26th Mar 2020 14:43

Another thought-provoking contribution from this source, with some
stimulating imagery along the way.
The price paid for caring
Can be costed in sharing..

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poemagraphic

Wed 25th Mar 2020 07:26

Grave indeed Ian.

Some great lines and thought provoking ending mate.
Po

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