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From the grave, a voice [237] (10 lines)

From the grave, a voice

Your sealed book, your empty chants.
What fate now wracks the silence of your past,
revealed by the unrest of those unloved
whose offspring are MY children
who once unheard have finally conquered
those reeking alleys of graffiti
in these ruins of your dirty cities
on what was once my land.
I waste no tears for what you've lost,
for what returns to me at last.

© Kåre Enga [177.237] (28.september.2020)

10 lines free verse with some rhythm, rhyme and repetition.

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Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest  (ASR) poetry newsletter gift point contest #310188 by Stormy Lady

Prompt words (8): unheard sealed chants fate graffiti cities silence unrest.