Dark Echo



All in the darkness echo-bound
Forgotten souls do sing
Of sunlight shone once all around
Of freedom taking wing.
In grave-cloths gray they take their form
To dance the dirge with bones
And by the tens of millions swarm
To overthrow hate’s thrones.
Fear, the demon, madness starts
And, misbegotten, spews
Death called forth from hollow hearts
Toward gyspies, gays, and Jews.
Remember us the millions pray
Keep watch upon our graves
Examine now in light of day
The hate that made us slaves.
It’s said that prayers go up on high
In sacrifice’s smoke
What god with terror ruled that sky
Where burning children spoke?

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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