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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