Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The strip


A strip of fabric
In this woven world
Being torn to shreds
Unravelling right now
With every piercing
Penetrating attack

Its colour fading
Stripped of peace, freedom
And equality
The only thing ceased
Is that of humanity

Please pin-pricked weavers
Heal your own deep wounds
Take the warped ends and
Loose threads, tattered dreams
And weave
Weave

Restore this precious piece
Pick up every strand
From their origins
And craft a pattern
Of mosaic hope
Repair it with human hearts
Weave
Weave







Poem: © Penelope Mavor 2014
Images: via google images.com

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