Poet Lady Katz: new forum reply to Music of the shores

New reply from Susan Katz

<p>Thank you for submitting this very passionate and persuasive poem for consideration for Featured Poem of the Month.  I very much appreciate you sharing it with me, Susan</p>

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Original Post by Jasleen

Music of the shores

<p>The shores were singing joyfully<br />now they wouldn't envy the lands, <br />for they could sea ships of humans arriving to inhabit on their sand.</p>
<p>But the singing hushed and shores looked perplexed as the sounds they were hearing from months today roar,<br />for the tattered baggy clothes hanging on bones peeping out of flesh<br />screamed at crescendo the story of gore.</p>
<p>The shores were talking in surprise as those sallow sagging faces gleamed as gold<br />on seeing those plastic tents and stinking makeshift toilets, <br />they were struck in silence on knowing the secret the wind reeking of blood told.</p>
<p>The shores learned to read <br />'refugees' was inscribed in invisble ink on their head<br />these inhabitants were not humans<br />by now all their ecstasy was dead.</p>
<p>Yet the shores puffed with pride<br />on rewarding these minions for not losing hope<br />or rather their lives<br />but all that was theirs in unprecedented gore,<br />in apoplectic waters which coudn't capsize their battered boats,<br />what more could they ask for.</p>
<p>Shores were humming on knowing their superiority<br />for their lands were drenched with blood,<br />all the colour and light of lands was trapped in the houses razed to rubble,<br />all the music of joy was choked in gunshots and thud.</p>
<p>But the shores could not sing, they were raging with fury<br />the cries of children for food<br />squealing men being bludgeoned<br />women's silence of sigh<br />became the song of survival on their territory.</p>
<p>The shores yearned to resume their singing and planned to wash them away in the dark of night<br />when they saw in fainting starlight a hollowing imprint of a child next to where he died<br />they never sang, shores were never again bright.<br />-JASLEEN KAUR</p>