Eric Cockrell


That Cant Speak! - Poem by Eric Cockrell

racial melting pot,
night falls into day.
the faces of the poor,

the soles of a rich man's shoes.
detainees caught and tortured,
for freedom, or terror?

the man with the gun,
the baby in his mother's arms.
the house empty set ablaze,

photographic ashes on the floor.
soldiers sweep the building,
mother and child hide in a corner....

no letters from home,
no home for the innocents.
the river stopped with sewage,

dead fish in the water....
the hurt that cant speak,
my hand on your breast!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011



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