Darkness
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Harriet Hunt, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2010
I hear him tapping,
I hear him rapping,
I know what he wants,
I know how he comes,
Outside,
Screams,
Yells,
Fear,
My people are dying,
Forever lying,
About who they are,
And how they have come so far,
His tapping is louder,
His rapping is closer,
Is it next door?
Is it under the floor?
Screams fall to whispers,
Whispers fall to tears,
We have seen first light,
There shall be no more fright,
Until it becomes night,
Once more.