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Sorrows Embrace

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What but the birds shrill song

The dog’s long howl

The babies screeching cry

Prickled fur of fear

Hollow ribs of the starved

Eyes dense like a black birds

Fear crackling in the wind

Backs turn without a glance

The flame flickers a dying dance

Darkness without a Dawn

Dirt fresh on shallow graves

A new being is born

Will it learn traits of scorn

Man is the sire of sorrow

Will there be a tomorrow

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

Image by Willy Gobel

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