Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Forbidden Pain, by John Miller



When they came for us
We cried
When they took our clothes
We cried
When they tortured us
We cried
When they starved us
We cried
When they took my children
I died

1 comment:

  1. This is so hard to imagine. -- I like your use of repetition, John, naming one mind-numbing loss after another, until the unthinkable loss occurs that few parents could endure.

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