We named him Noah
We named him Noah
Never dreaming his growth would
Concur with plague and pestilence
Streets running with blood and tears
While edifices trembled on their pedestals
Mother’s arms ache to hold back
A son unleashed upon this terrible world
That grants white male flesh magical powers
Mother’s heart bleeds for those others
Whose children are not issued such protection
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Powerful piece.
A deep poem. Thank you.
Such a comment on today. Thank you,