black calla lilies

WORDS:

someone knew the skyline was a fading hope;

and painted the horizon pale.

someone laid the genocide on rivers;

and charred the bodies with paraffin. 

someone knew the children were flowers;

and divested their roots to wither. 

someone collected memories of fathers teardrops;

 and threw it at the grave of sons.

someone knew our nation was a wildflower;

 that waited too long for the rain. 

we yearn the calla lilies of white and yellow;

more than wilting black of our waning world.

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