Erin Thomas Poems
|16.||In The Shade Of Suicide||7/20/2013|
Misguided angels struck them on their beauteous heights,
Then rotting frames collapsed in flames from carious heights.
Demons vie for rights to control and destroy the masses,
Commanding herds to slaughter from their devious heights.
Sheets of fire consume in the name of good intention;
A rain of steel tears homes apart from dubious heights.
Huddled against fierce wind and cold on the mountain slopes
Refugees watch their cities burn from various heights.
A wide-eyed child points toward flares and thunderous sounds;
His blood-caked mother cries ...
let's twine our roots beneath the world together
until we rise against the wind together
let's turn and reach to gather shades of light
with countless long thin leaves that wave together
let's make a bed beneath our outstretched limbs
shaded by the dreams we weave together