Unmarked grave,
what stories
do you hold buried underneath?
What lays below your soil?
Is it too scary to be saved?
Does it only come
out at night?
When the moon
is hiding in fright,
behind clouds
of the darkened sky,
or do you hold instead,
A story that would
put a mark of shame above
people's heads?
Unmarked grave,
do you hold within
a monster or being?
A creature so depraved
that it needs to be kept
unbothered,
in an unkempt space,
with no hope of humanity
coming into contact. Is it being kept
hidden by you?
Or is it true,
that they buried
the truth?
Are you
+ just a way
of keeping it out of view?
Unmarked graves.
So many sit
just waiting
to be claimed,
burial pits,
waiting
for their remains
to be named.
To have their
stories read.
To find how
they wound up here,
buried and dead.
Unmarked grave,
burial by bulldozer.
Execution without trial.
Man, woman, child,
lay with screams
etched to faces.
We can lie in denial,
but can we live with
the innocent cries,
when we know that
those unjust wars
caused this.
Can we just ignore the whys
when they show nothing
but the hatred of man?
Unmarked grave,
where is the shame?
The crimes of man,
seldom reported
by those that profit
from the blood
on their hands.
Bombs shatter
the still quiet
of this enclave.
No one is safe.
How can we trust,
in a world that
is so unfair
and unjust.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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