A future, lifted

What did you say?
Did it all wash away?
Did the flood waters rise up again in May?
Can we yet hold hands?
Do the statues stand?
Are there marks on the floor where the bombs made land?
Are we free of them;
Embraced by enlightened friends?
Will there ever be a day we can make amends?
Did our lungs give out?
Did we shout and shout?
Can you remember what the fuck that was all about?

Why are you smiling, stout,
So broad and true?
Was I ever right to hold so much belief in you?
Let’s go and dance,
Raise a glass to chance.
Promise we never go back to such a circumstance.

#365DaysOfPoetry

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