How much pain and horror and foolishness
Have you watched with silent indifference?
Fascists laughing as they children oppress
Slaves thrashed for daring to jump the cruel fence
The maid returning from work to abuse
The liar victorious despite truth
Degrees secured by plagiarists, obtuse
All taste the same to your round, glowing tooth
Could your shining silence be eloquent?
Whether full and astonished or half closed
We know you watch from the firmament;
Does your quiet looking mean we're exposed?
Your presence means no night's crimes are unseen
There is comfort there, albeit cold, clean
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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