15 March 2012

Vanished

crying-child

You didn’t ask to be born

They blamed you anyway

Yours was a faultless disgrace

And theirs a theft of dignity

Insult though injury

In the economy of pain

Violence is common currency

Little toy soldiers

In a war of recriminations

Minefields of love and hate

Claim limbs and hearts

The only escape, through time

Is not to repeat the cycle

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4 comments:

  1. "Minefields of love and hate
    Claim limbs and hearts" How absolutely shattering. You demonstrated sequences of survival with an exquisite innovative quality in art, raw honesty, and undiluted vision. Your work is so new, it's unmatched

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  2. wise words but how?

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  3. With a little self knowledge Dom - with will and love.

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  4. Thank you Lolita - you are so generous with your praise.

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