Pray

They burned the babies.

Chopped the chickens’ heads off.

And walked away.

There’ll always be time later

to pray.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2017

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About Suzanne

I write poetry and other stuff. Writing is a part of my soul. Other practices that feed me .... yoga, Tai Chi, Qigong, meditation, hiking, cycling, dancing, Acroyoga, creating, hugs, cuddling.
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