Shaded cries bend beyond the headlines.
Who then shalt not be frightened.
How dull we were;
How dumb we were.
Numbers towering above all else.
Do our efforts do it justice?
Stuck;
in a sequence that grapples to change thoughts.
But we do…
Intertwined among the souls on our hands.
The war afoot grasped
For a chance, but at last.
World bending, not towards frost: the war not won,
But all have changed, the future un-clouded.
Now fighting the shaded cries,
Together.
Lila Maffitt
Auckland NZ
