Scott Cudmore
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#poetry
The past shoves its fist into my face.
I step back, staggered;
It's in your face too.
Daughters and sons,
Mothers, fathers, brothers,
Sisters, dead.
We need to stop.
Will our children know peace?
When, all of you is gone?
All of us?
The past is unchangeable.
This future is ours to deliver.
11:45 AM - Oct 11, 2023
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