More street work
This is the first thing people read as I marched.
Slash thrust sever
BANG ROAR SCREAM SHOUT
cower scuttle run hide
whatever can keep us alive
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a long journey, a flight
still shaking tremble afraid
then freedom falls on us
a feather cloak lined
with healing for the awful
wounds of war
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under that balm we stand
tall, stretched out
our damaged hands
hear warm voices say
kia ora
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© Sandi Hall 2021
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