New poem by Angel Dunworth

War Crimes




Oh Great Eden’s sky

now threadbare frays,

with screeching cries,

where children pray.

Bow their heads,

Fall to their knees,

On concrete beds,

Dressed in disease.




Asking the earth,

What is my true sin?

Language? Birth?

My eyes? My skin?

Being immigrant

was not my choice,

Your indifference

has cost my voice.




The land of the free,

is stained with a cage,

Of prejudice, pestilence

Hatred and rage.

The ideal we fought for,

that democracy saves,

Is busy digging holes for

A tiny mass grave.