What but the birds shrill song
The dog’s long howl
The babies screeching cry
Prickled fur of fear
Hollow ribs of the starved
Eyes dense like a black birds
Fear crackling in the wind
Backs turn without a glance
The flame flickers a dying dance
Darkness without a Dawn
Dirt fresh on shallow graves
A new being is born
Will it learn traits of scorn
Man is the sire of sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
Image by Willy Gobel