Brother against brother
symbols of peace
turned to hate
seeds from the apple
started these roots
that have made
towers fall
and turned stones
into piercing
brass
shells
His hands caught
my words in my throat
so no one could hear me scream
How dare you stand by
silent
while children are
shoved into
traffic.
YOU created this. How can you say
you so loved the world
but stand by
and watch it all
burn
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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A question I ask myself and God frequently - this is so eloquently and honestly composed.
This is a very deep poem! With an amazing philosophical touch! Well written ✨