Pray

They burned the babies.

Chopped the chickens’ heads off.

And walked away.

There’ll always be time later

to pray.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2017

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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