Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #313
Words: lies, sad, hood, left, facts, orange, evil, right, march, stability, statues, torches
Evil dressed in white
robes and hoods marching
together, carrying torches
of orange flame, thinking
they had right on their side.
Invented facts forged
by lies. Despising all
but the white race. Sad,
unstable humans touting
hate. We thought their fates
were sealed. We thought we
had healed, leaving those
unspeakable years of history
far behind, only catching
glimpses from books,
and statues. We were wrong.
Those ghosts have awakened.
Evil walks, dressed like you and me.
You have captured so much of the present in your poem. Well done.
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Thanks, Helene!
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This is so good–and the inspiration for it so horrible.
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Thanks, Jael. We did the best we could.
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Most welcome.
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