Sunday, 25 November 2012

Dead of Night - A Poem

The Bookshop Guru

Below is a poem I wrote some time ago which often reflects our time.

Dead of Night
Cruel acts of night pass by,
Families scatter.
Never to unite their blood spilt to mix in muddy pools.
A whistle in the wind,
Terror rules.
Unnatural times, an asylum of some.
Who torture with revenge without guilt.
Then in a passing second another life is lost.
Not counted just a casualty of chaos.
Time to stop this madness.
Before we ask where next.
A boy with a bullet screams out a killer in the dead of night.

 Anthony Fox © 1999 

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