Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle Continue reading “[Poetry] An Elegy For Them”
They thought they were the powerful ones
Wielding metal without mercy
Brandishing fire that burned.
Then the smoke cleared and the weapons fell
They clawed for air that wasn’t there
Oh, how the tables have turned.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] True Power”