#343 of 365 – “yesterday’s torture”

“yesterday’s torture”



like a cancer

has shut down

our fury

we’ve abandoned

our trial


our jury

we sit

in the sight

of molested


who inhabit

their lives

but have

no controls


and children


horrible deaths

with futile hopes

like poisoned


on their breaths


where today

brings yesterday’s

torture again


their futures

are ravaged

by godless men




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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5 Responses to #343 of 365 – “yesterday’s torture”

  1. Fig Tree Chance says:

    Oh my, such pain–well said.

  2. pi314chron says:

    Merle, if I were limited here to constructive criticism, I would have absolutely nothing to say. This is a magnificent poem…frighteningly realistic to what is already happening in countries one would least expect to find the atrocity of Sharia Law. We must always remember, “Vigilance is the price of liberty.” Again, this poem is one of your best! ❤

    • Blackbird says:

      Thank you very much, Ron! Your praise is very generous. And Amen! Vigilance is indeed the price of liberty. Freedom isn’t free, and our service men and women have always paid the bill. Gratitude and a little common sense, and a suspension of all the P.C. crap would go a long way in our own country…and elsewhere. Thanks again for the heartfelt comment…as always…it is much appreciated.

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