No Resurrection

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The boiling sun sends searing rays

To scorch the arid earth

Dust devils dance in pantomime

For everything they're worth

A mother, bent and haggard

Beats her fists upon the ground

Today, as every other day

No reward is found.

The child strapped tightly to her back

Is much too weak to cry

The mother knows, instinctively

Today her child will die.

She'll feed it to this self-same earth

To give it some protection

But she knows in her breaking heart

There'll be no resurrection.

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Owain Glyn

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