Title: Holocaust
by amy | in writing, poetry
The setting of a rising sun.
We thought the world had just begun.
Our questions and their answers- lost
Tucked to bed under damp compost.
Well learned lessons we must un-learn,
As they're kissed goodnight
By a plump earthworm.
But from our fertile soil will sprout
New seedlings of our fear and doubt.
They will know what's been and gone,
They'll take our word and pass it on
'Till millions shall stand and fight
For memory of wrong and right,
For memory of what was done -
The setting of a rising sun.
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