Within This Space Poem by Bill Mitton

Within this space upon this spot
Hatred blinded worse than dust
Repression and anger crushed
More surely than any falling concrete
And once again
Innocence became death's victim,

Time holds no strong dominion here
Life's cycle ceased it’s turning
Gone, all hope, all dreams of future
A dark and mournful paradox
A bleak empty city lot
which holds a million beating hearts

They were but seconds on time's clock
yet each did not fulfil its turning.
Only harvested moments of agony.
in hatred's deadly ripening
carried spitefully,
world wide, upon uncaring wings

Here in this space, perverse sacrifice
a warped priesthood in service
to an unwanting and unwilling God.
Who must have wept blood once more
To the chilling echo's
of innocence's bravest departures

Here in this mummified dust blown city
who's only industries are war and death
childhood’s heart can hold no hope
when a God of cruellty is held aloft
all innocence is dust
and a creed of hatred sooths
the poverty, pain and hunger's yearning

Within this dark space, is loneliness
Hatred blinding worse than dust
Oppression and anger crushing
More surely than any falling concrete
And once again
Innocence becomes death’s instrument