Eisegetically pointing out that Exodus might have been Paradise Lost
Claiming those who decided we weren’t monsters
Languishing on rays of hope and waves of blood
Insomuch that this choice was, in fact, our own free will
Perhaps not, but instead, it forced down our throats
Serene and calm, we stand together
Essentially hoping that we aren’t too late
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Feels like Biblical vibes run through all of this, and it’s making me think!
Interesting, pal. Very interesting...loved the intensity!