Before we had this upstairs west window
There were only whistles, gong rocks, and etched
Contracts with comets. Remember how they
Raced across the sky with no capitals,
Category: society
JASMINE NO MORE, Poetry by Daniel Hefty
I wake up in the night thinking about children
not mine but yours
you broken mothers
snatched from security and comfort
thrust into a divide uncrossable
left at the bottom of the rubble
from a sectarian blanket bombing campaign for peace
and domination
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