Mass Graves of Dread

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A grim but pertinent question for world conflicts and mindlessness:

MASS GRAVES OF DREAD

How many bones are buried here,
how many hopes and joys interred?
Many questions unuttered lie,
Woeful, with innocence withered.
Why not forget and stop asking,
For there’s no point in unmasking
Of  the past, now, buried and dead 
In mouldering mass graves of dread; 
Who’s asking? A man, a man! “Why
The madness of mankind tethered,
And fed on pontifical lies 
Against those differently feathered?”

Indeed, a man is asking, why
The tutorials cleverly honed,
Whispered shibboleths endeared,
The fears sown in schools and homes,
The holier than thou syndrome?
How many bones are buried here?
Repeated question unanswered,
But man must ever question why,
Wiping tears that never dry
But flow as those of others old,
Who also sought the good in man,
And found bestiality, untold!

From The Unsung Log by Ronnie Patel    (C) Ronnie Patel 2008
© Ronnie Patel., all rights reserved.

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