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Memo to the Fallen By Madison Martin Reach through the haze of profanity Racial slurs Misunderstandings Cup your hands and catch the ash of human bones Crumbled and crushed as Fists raged against flesh Without meaning or purpose Furious and merciless Murders for peace Rapes for love Remains mute in the face of A thousand blades: one for each time You have slain With euphemistic words False smile Blasphemic “I love you”s What is there left to say When the world is crashing down The weight of the failures of 7 BILLION PEOPLE Plummeting as an avalanche, a torrent Of misery Internal anguish, fragmented dreams Little songs and daughters alone Before they are taken from the womb Where are you? I can’t see you, can’t feel your hand clasped In my own Are you still out there? How much time do we have left? Tears of defeat pour From strangers’ eyes Blinding, num, unknowing The impending annihilation is around the corner Coming Closer Burning Brighter To consume us Lock us up alone with our failures We are failing into the oblivion Of leaping Before knowing how to fly |
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