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The Empty Call of Allies

by Laura Lann about a month ago in Advocacy
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The Empty Call of Allies
Photo by Beth Jnr on Unsplash

I suppose it is hidden well,

Till it rises with the tide's swell.

The secrets of a community

That must flee, cry and plea.

For a chance to just exit in the quiet of their home

Living a life free to the things I do, to openly roam.

Shunned, burned, hanged and slaughters

Wait for them, their sons, their daughters.

And, I suppose we ignore it too

Because cruelness we shall not do

To others for differences in being.

But, being kind is not the same as seeing

The trees cut across their path

Others ready to pour out their wrath

Of hatred so strong as to explode into fires

Bombs weaved together with deadly wires.

Accusations await them for lives deemed unfit

And if with neither group I am to sit,

I have struck the match by which they will burn

Far I have given them no place left to turn.


About the author

Laura Lann

I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.

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