The Morning Sun Poem by Dorsey Baker

The Morning Sun



Just look at the after math
Walk down the
Bloody streets
In the rain of misery
What has come
What is gone?
Death scattered upon
The frozen ground

The screams!
Of the wounded and
The dying!
Eyes clouded up
With bitter tears
The invasion of darkness
Shadows the bright
Morning sun

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