Sometimes a poem can impress you and touch you so deeply that the imagery stays with you for days. Thank you for stopping by my page and giving me a moment of your time. I hope my short poem will give you something to cherish for a while. It expresses a not-forgotten moment from our history.
Freedom
Rivers of blood in the burning mud,
Tears and sweat tear your face apart,
Screams in silence and bruises in the sand
Feels the oppressor’s anger in hand
Hit after hit, agony alone stands
Hate, only hate rises in no one’s land
Aiming for freedom like a caged hawk
The night reflects the walls of the dark
A Wolf´s Howling verses from Noah´s Ark:
Underneath the white sky, it´s truly black
No sound breaks the pain at the midnight clock
All the voices follow in the saddest song
While the clouds mirror the cotton field along
Breaking free by death in the morning’s gong.
This was initially published on Medium.
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Katherine Myrestad
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