(A poem from the book Dwelling in Dissonance)
I see you
moving forward
to the frontline,
labelled traitor
by those who shield
behind you,
protecting others’ bodies,
absorbing attacks in your back
that are not aimed at you.
(A poem from the book Dwelling in Dissonance)
I see you
moving forward
to the frontline,
labelled traitor
by those who shield
behind you,
protecting others’ bodies,
absorbing attacks in your back
that are not aimed at you.