by Bernadette Jordan, UK
Grey men in grey suits Facing down the stark black and white of Greta’s youth with the muddied water of their aged eyes. Gathering clouds of uncertainty Solidifying into shrouds of fear. A gap unbridged, Eye contact lost. Oozing trenches of mud, Cloying; clogging, dragging down. · The dead calm of a broken spirit. · A classroom after playtime- if truth’s untold. · Silent strain when words would hurt. · Grey air breathed by the bereaved.
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Every year in UK there is a National Poetry Day, with a theme. In 2019, the theme was Truth. Many poets linked this with the first demand of XR. This poem is one of those.
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