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BROKEN ENGLISH [ September 1948] --updaed

BROKEN ENGLISH
[1948: first day ]

Like hawks,
screams piercing the sky,
swooping in frenzy
upon a sparrow flying by
they took me down
blood on the ground
and screeched when I cried,

I raised my hand against the sun
and tried to see the reason why
...
I spoke broken English

They screeched when I cried
and then were gone.

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brittle light

brittle light

12 years 11 months ago

I've come back to this

I've come back to this several times...I think it is quite poignant, straightforward and concise.
A timeless (unfortunatly) and timely theme...the sadness and ridiculousness of bullying

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 11 months ago

Joe

A very good point made in your write and I loved its stark imagery.
Yours Ian.T
PS:- I am broke and English is this the same lol, Take care love follows you..