how is it that I or you should reap what they have sowed
the monsters coming back to cover their tracks
for leaving us in the cold
to bury us out of sight, the ghosts they killed
we shall float on
into the realm of Song
God is not mocked
and we shall carry on.
as if we never had been wronged.
mary angela douglas 2 january 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem