The child dies unanswered
In the whirl-wind of man
Hysterical and blind
Even still they labor
To their tune of death
As war clouds prowl
Unfazed and starved
We are helplessly interned
Reverent and mute
At the storm of their treads
Bound, for peril’s embrace
We are told
To bury our rage
As slaughter unfolds
In our time
In the days of our young
© William Wright, Jr.
Excerpt from the book The Slums of Nightfall
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About the Author
My name is William Lorenzo Wright, Jr. I am the youngest of three children, as well as the only son to two loving and hard-working parents. I am a college student from San Diego California and I hold a deep passion for reading and writing poetry. I was sixteen years old when I first fell in love with poetry and I have been faithful to the craft ever since.
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