Monday, 12 March 2007

Taint

Genocide,
A short word
For a long sin.
A scar
That becomes
A birthmark.
My people!
Your people!
By what right?
Generation
By generation,
Survivors
Struggling
To survive,
In a world
Made toxic
By denial
But haunted
By memory.

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Thanks for your interest in my poetry
Wendy