Seven-Seven-Twenty 9 A M

Written by Rosmary Palmer

Dry tears choke
My eyes
Throat wretches for
Sorrow.
Breath bites in
Jerks. Today’s “perpetuation”
Outlined
By Ramocan on
Radio,
Challenges sores lain
Under
After so many years
That we
Forgot when cuts came and
Were given

True and open words of Modern revolt
To be faced in schools, on air,
Honestly;
Approaching past scars to
Mindfulness
By avoiding facts hidden in
Selective blindness and elective self-
Exoneration.
This results from Empire wealth
Protected
In denial.
This endures in Commonwealth,
Glorified
In tourism, politics, business opportunities,
Smiles worldwide.
This is undone by anger, healing
Salt-opened wounds
Water washed, green park populated,
Organically home-grown fury at knowledge
Withheld like future compost. Take leads from those who think,
Speak,
Who matter
Because a sore, semi-closed,
Putrifies and poisons the whole.

Rosemary Palmer 2020 All rights reserved

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