Who Will.... (Answer The Call) Poem by Eric Cockrell

Who Will.... (Answer The Call)



when death tastes like living,
and bodies walk barefoot in the ashes...
when the heart devoured,
sings in the sinews of the oppressed.
when light screams with fury,
and wipes the chin of the child...
the day is born, the line is drawn,
who will answer the call?

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