Flowers For The Fallen, poetry by Andy Eycott at Spillwords.com
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Flowers For The Fallen

Flowers For The Fallen

written by: Andy Eycott

 

I hear songs sung in support
while victims of war die in their homes.

Gestures made before the whistle is blown,
yet the game goes on.

A moment of solidarity
as a tank runs over a car on an empty road.

As the dispossessed walk across borders
with nothing but their hearts.

My thoughts cannot comprehend the terror,
I watch in disbelief.

I feel my clarity, my sanity
is at odds with the psychosis of the world.

People are dying and we still play games,
I feel I have been writing this poem all my life.

The world poised on an amber light
How did it come to this, again?

Andy Eycott

Andy Eycott

Andy lives and works south of the river Thames in Southeast London. He has been published in various magazines and anthologies. These include: Obsessed with Pipework, Green Ink, Ink Drinkers Poetry, Marble, Snakeskin, Coven, The Ekphrastic Review and Dodging the Rain.
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