October

• J Palmer, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2012

An open door, shattered glass
Ice cold floor, careful as you pass

Broken dreams, heavyweight heart
Down on your knees as they march

Dead still bodies, blood red stains
All that work, nothing left remains

Forced to leave, forgotten past
We begged and pleaded; this was our last

They got what they wanted, now it’s over
Our last moments of hope, died last October