My Hands Are Bloodied

Posted on April 6, 2008 | 1 Comment

I see a thousand children
Carried to the rivers
Some will be bathed
Others to be drowned.

I now live alone
In my own private hell
My ears are sundered
By a loud school bell.

Tears cannot wash clean
Hands stained by guilt
Bloodied after ablutions
Hospital sewers built.

Bloodshot eyes in the mirror
Glibly let me know
As long as I live
The damned spot will show.

Forgive me father,
For I have sinned
My hands are bloodied,
My child I’ve killed.

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Cendrine Marrouat | April 6, 2008 at 2:08 am | Reply

One of the saddest yet powerful poem I have ever read in my life! Kudoz!

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