Pale, poetry by Beth Tremaglio at Spillwords.com
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Pale

Pale

written by: Beth Tremaglio

@TremaglioBeth

 

Not all wars are visible
the paled battles are the most vicious.
Hunger sold and overfed
turns the stomach into poverty.
Voices of the poor, turned into paintings
sold as art to the highest bidder.
The preacher
blind of heart,
bleached of sight,
merchandised the words
the wings of the angel have turned to pale stone.

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