In shadows cast on history's stage
The echoes linger, pain doesn't fade
Humanity's tale, a haunting page
Where brothers fall, and innocence laid
In gas chambers, a grim encore
Auschwitz cries, a darkened sky
Injustice thrives, in hate they soar
Yet, pleas for mercy still defy
From native lands to blood-stained streets
The story unfolds, a tragic score
No solace found in bitter defeats
As cycles repeat, we yearn for more
In every conflict, a bitter truth
Man against man, a relentless chore
The cycle endures, an endless sleuth
In the name of power, we endure
Vengeance is his, the refrain remains
Through ages of sorrow, still it sustains
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Friday, April 21, 2023
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