The rain fell to wash away
the blood from the streets, at the end of the day
past the point of no return
things would never be the same again
we are burning incense to the heavens
that the most high hears our cry
let the world rejoice once more in the light
lets unite the world, if just for a night
the pendulum swings and the sun sets
rivers purified with the blood of the dead ~~ (life of the young)
is that a home or just where i’m from
i, like you all, want someplace to belong
– memorial day 20/10/2020
Little Borrowers 