"FACINGFACES 2002 - 04" SELECTED POETRY (Part 2)

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Her heart lain in the shallow grave
in a world of such a terrible rage.
Trapped in a room with little clean air
the empty promises of life have little to spare.
Kissing the lips of sacred madonnas of stone
muttering prayers of a hovering hope-
To the Mother of God, a shiver shield of sacred words-
that nothing will ever change unless her prayers are heard.

© Allyn 'Algar' Caravaglia - Usa