Tuesday, December 16, 2014


The man with a gun in his hand was not armed
The flag that he raised was blameless
The threats were all misunderstood
The cause was bland and nameless.
The young man who died was not killed
The mother shot dead was not slain
The footpath flowers emit no fragrance
The moans of mourners signal no pain.
The thuds of explosions were mute
The flashes of fire were unseen
The girls who escaped did not scream
The wounds are somehow pristine.
The hatred is in our minds
The religion offers no fears
The sky over Sydney is crying
The harbour is filling with tears.

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