A town built upon the dead
the starved
and the murdered
and those left to die
in the deprivations
of imprisonment
and in the flames too
and the fire
of earlier devastations
We don’t remember the names
of the innocent beneath our feet
Yet the names of those that
should have died nameless in their guilt
we repeat them
we repeat them
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Notes:
1. Written in March, 2018
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Notes:
1. Drawn on May 21st, 2019
2. Although the text was written in November sometime
3. While sat on a bench in the shopping centre
4. Trying not to think about all the things I could not afford to buy
The perfect propagative properties of the atmosphere meant our voices travelled forever, and even our whispers and sighs could be heard again and again as they swept around the globe and back past us, day after day, year after year, lifetime upon lifetime, our whole history carried on the wind.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 8th, 2018
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