A SONG OF ENDINGS

and in the new morning
the birds sing an old song
of thanksgiving
to a ravaged land

and the children cry
to the hot heavens
for what has been lost
and the men

in their counting houses
gather their greedy coins
with blind eyes
that refuse to see

 

© Maureen Sudlow

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