It is a dark place to return to every year,
But it is the essence of our fear.
It is a grudge we won't forget,
A loss we won't lose,
A fear we won't overcome.
Not for some.
We take our time thinking of the politics of this but,
Every time we see it it's the people we have lost to,
Some people who have lost, too.
There's no excuse for any of these actions,
We need peaceful practice,
And peaceful advancements.
The memory is the beginning of something.
War or the very first steps of understanding.
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Poem A Day
PoetryJust something I've been meaning to do, and that is stacking up the work until my mind explodes! Here is another project to stack, my poem a day project
