Blind Spot of Memory

by Shelly Brown

When bonfires of hell canít wait for us to get beyond 
Like Gomorra little girls are burnt, worse also raped
In despair they say the world doesnít care anymore
Yet we know it never did, this kid truly isnít the first
Tis a complex equation to differentiate beast and man
When bonfires of hell canít wait for us to get beyond
Iíll loose a tear for the mother who gave birth to the little girl
And share the agony of the father who could not protect her
For such a failure is mine, inherited with the very breath I inhale
When bonfires of hell canít wait for us to get beyond the grave
Heaven crystallizes into a myth too painful to be Greek
When little girls are burnt as offerings to the infernal what god do we seek?


Blind Spot of Memory by Shelly Brown

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