In the killing field (poem)

I heard about a blind eye

That said it hadn’t seen

A dark path it had walked along

To a place it’d never been

Ignoring all the shadows

Behind the empty shapes

Victims of forgotten crimes –

In the killing field

.

How? did it feel

To lose all belief

In the killing field

.

Houses not for living

Became homes to those not there

Food not distributed meant

None were properly fed,

All those not listening

Were doing as were told

And the blind eye couldn’t see for spirit –

In the killing field

.

How? did it feel

To lose all belief

In the killing field

.

But some choose to learn

And awaken the sight

No longer ignoring

All the vicious crimes

Preferring instead

To encourage life

In the place where

you pretended it hadn’t been

During that fateful year –

In the killing field.

When the work is not viewed and shared, the artist loses hope, and the birth of new art ceases to be imagined)

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