"The Line" in collaboration with Sleepless Volcano and editing by RichardA Poem by Einstein Noodlean English SonnetThe Line Drawn there in rows, they wait on news to come; the kids play hide-and-seek, while parents paced. Is no one there to beat their silent drum? So thick the dread, all hope is soon erased. A shout collides on empty space today, with steel resolve for havens not their own. A mother gives her babe to thieves in pay, foul reaping fruits fermenting sin thus sown. Now, strangers' hands are raised in muted cries, demanding place to have in have nots' angst. The child reveals his wide, bewildered eyes, a light that hopes to shine upon their ranks. Although the lines are muddied down through time; alone, a child will pay for all this crime. © 2019 Einstein NoodleAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on June 3, 2019Last Updated on June 13, 2019 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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