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there are church bells
and I read about a boat full of people
drowned in the sea
in plain sight of freedom
I watch the faithful pray
and hear the screams of children
without a mother’s embrace
or comfort
starving tonight
they sing Abide With Me
and I hear a man gasping for breath
with a boot on his neck
for the shade of his skin
and I look to the skies
begging for an epiphany
a purpose to this incongruous state
but see just clouds
passing by oblivious.

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