Jacquie StewartHeimann

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A Ray of Hope

I notice the quiet as I take a breath and move out
My boots crunching on gravel
Guns rattling on my back, my side and in my hands
My breathing feels loud in this oppressive silence
In the distance a dog barks
A lonely sound
When the streets should be full of life
I see all around, the devastation
Of buildings crumbling, cars burned

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