Galway’s Shame

What happened in Galway
Should not happen anywhere
When all the cries of unwanted children,
stoic in their grey robes that set them up
for jibes and torment
from all the others
are heard
voiceless and cracked as cold concrete
that covers their bones

Take them away
from the places that sanctimony has blasted
To the sacred, sacred places on earth that bear no names
And hears no prayers
To the green hills aged beyond memory
and the grasses
swaying gently in the cool winters wind
To warm arms that never seek to forgive
And the ones that will play with them
all day long.

 

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