The stranger stood as life
Poured out of a young man
On the ground, a knife thrust
Deep into his chest.
Shadows shot and heads watched,
As faces twisted into ugly shapes,
Another soul now at rest.
some said, bones would rot here,
Souls were struck, and destroyed,
Their lives based on fear.
We are all one…when will that
Become clear?
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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ann johnson-murphree 
Haunting poem – I like the vivid images you’ve created 🙂
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The starkness of the words provided so much room for my mind to create the seen. I was brought up abruptly by the last line. It took me off guard.
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