Random Hero


The Red Coat - Poem by Random Hero

In the city that never sleeps, never peace
Such gravity of circumstance
The oppressed repressed and stripped anew
Lashed at the wrist for, for being

and branded, and desensitized, and lifeless
Plumes of thick smoke permeate the air, casting shadows
on a crowded and noisy street
alive with death, and fear, and hate

Weaving through a maze of bodies emerges
a tiny figure, lost in the moment
insignificant, a witness, a number on a list
She walks unnoticed as guns blast all around her

Under a bed in a ransacked room she clasps her tiny hands together
and cries silently, for reasons unknown to her
For the faces of millions reflected in her eyes
through the quiet innocence of her face

A wagon pushes through the mud and slush of the earth
fires burn brightly in the distance, searing away existence
A man surveys the scene until a red coat burns his eyes
A grown man, moved to tears

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 14, 2009


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