Thousand yard stares
are seen
in war
- but not elsewhere
present, but not seen
much as the
screams,
silent and not,
of shunned, abused,
enslaved, raped or tortured
souls
are not heard
- only the smartarsed strangers
who twists The Bard
into
Humanity, O Humanity
Wherefor art Thou, Humanity?
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013
I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)