ethnic cleansing is nothing new. the highlands of scotland witnessed this crime on humanity from 1750 onwards.
bellowing out from his flared crimson nostrils,
behind which burn tears of a fire
never, ever, to be extinguished
until the clear new light that mothers
each young morning remains forever
inside heavens' gate, immaculate.
Tortures fold his gruesome face
exclaiming another Redcoat slaughter,
in a dark Novembers' rhetoric
loss sets in for winter.
A family sleeps the sleep of a murdered slumber
to awaken in the ancestral springtime
of Alba's unforgotten.
Poetry by macpherson
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Written on 2005-09-29 at 15:22
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Clearing
I look into a breathless man's cold plumes of airbellowing out from his flared crimson nostrils,
behind which burn tears of a fire
never, ever, to be extinguished
until the clear new light that mothers
each young morning remains forever
inside heavens' gate, immaculate.
Tortures fold his gruesome face
exclaiming another Redcoat slaughter,
in a dark Novembers' rhetoric
loss sets in for winter.
A family sleeps the sleep of a murdered slumber
to awaken in the ancestral springtime
of Alba's unforgotten.
Poetry by macpherson
Read 822 times
Written on 2005-09-29 at 15:22
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