Doing Time Poem by tess fielders
Doing Time
DOING TIME
Dancing children in the breeze
Losing time unknown
Suspended hope
Mocked by pain
Scorpion in the home
Blown to bits
Manger’s bare
Grown up hastily
Clumped together
Huddled forms
Thinking frantically
Interrupted
Time-lines gone
Fragments of the wind
Mind is blown
Power’s fled
Paternalism’s grinned
Silent children in the storm
Doing time unseen
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