Forgotten Places

She wakes at night
To the roar of guns
And once again
She comes undone
Remembering times
That have no bearing
Of peoples lost
To hands uncaring

Recalling loss
Of youth and age
There is no cure
For senseless rage
Moments denied
Their rightful place
Left with nothing
To fill the space

Innocent death
Denied remorse
Years to bleed
Feined discourse
Shattered mem'ries
Have had their way
Stealing time
From survivor days

A peaceful night
Cannot be bought
'Til eyes are cleared
And anger caught
So many share
Her lonely tale
Purpose broken
To young, the veil

The prideful Indian
Black and Jew
All were victims
Of a greedy few
Release the chains
That bind the past
And find your link
To truth at last

Never shall
You walk alone
But warmed by life
Betrayed to stone
The guns that fire
To fill the night
Shall not return
To take the light

For He who knows
'Tis grace shall call
To calm the storm
Beyond the pall
To touch the hand
That drys the tears
Peace comes at last
When light appears

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