it is us

A Poem by william andrews

It is us who bleeds

the little ones

in a country

we have never seen

where our pious words

travel a line

of skeletal women

who wait for the pain

of lonely graves

© 2012 william andrews

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...	. poignant beyond measure ... . exceedingly moving poetry ... Posted 12 Years Ago . poignant beyond measure ... . exceedingly moving poetry ... Rating /100 1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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william andrews

sami, Greece

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im just a sad old english man looking for another home for the words that i love They are words of sayings They are words of thoughts that i sometimes wish had never been born feedarea.. more..