Poetry Week | Justice by Dearbhla O’Reagan
by Dearbhla O’Reagan
an elusive word.
we love our missing acquaintance
until the pain is ours
and rioting is the cure
we will not know.
not ’til the men in suits
hear our screams
then we will know.
when graveyard grass seeks
the nourishment of our mother’s tears,
when we watch our murderers mourned.
then we may speak.
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