Rob Schackne #216 - "My pity strangles"

"My pity strangles"


My pity strangles
The ebb tide at the cliff side
A seagull takes it
Crying with the refugees
Suffering with the children

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Pity rides a horse
Till it's lathered and shaking
I dismount and walk
How many miles left to go
Before all of us can sleep?