
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
The skies aren’t falling
About our ears
In a squall
Of rain,
Nor in white flakes
That slough off
Of clouds
Again.
These skies are falling,
Bit by bit,
In tears
Orphaned
By pain,
And lost in hollows
Fed by
Hate
That’s allowed to
Remain.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Fall from the sky
Powerful poem, especially where “hate is allowed to remain”.
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Thank you. For to me, hate – and the violence, brutality, and disrespect of other beings that it is used to justify – is the real ‘the sky is falling’ … But it need not be, if we work to make interactions with kindness and ensure tolerance is the only way to be.
Thanks for the comment!
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You are very welcome.
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This is a powerfully moving piece.
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Thank you, Laura!
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