It Fades

Mon, 05/08/2017 - 15:59 -- Penola

Hands cover our 

Ears and We

refuse

To believe-

To see-

To be-

What we once

Were- 

It fades.

And we continue

on - as if

it is not 

even

There- 

Screaming-

Thrashing-

Dying-

"I'm fading"

Yet still

We blind- 

bind- 

deafen- 

ourselves-

cloak our

Senses

in Ignorance.

Wear it 

Like 

a shield

So we

Can not

      Do not

            Will not

See

It fade.

So we can

tell our- 

Children- 

When they

come to Us- 

with tears

Anger

Accusation

We can 

Say

We did not

know-

see- 

hear-

feel-

It fade. 

We need

Someone- 

anyone- 

one person- 

to See

It fade - 

And take 

Responsibility.

Or else

It will

Be

like It

Never

was

It will

fade-

and die

with Us.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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