Street

Isolation

Isolation

Different Lines

Different Lines

The street looks different through scratched Perspex and burning petrol. Buildings and people morph into a grey spectrum – speed of shadows providing distinction. Despite hundreds of voices chanting “kill the pigs” and the thud of bricks and scaffolding poles on riot shields, I still hear my heartbeat and taste fear inside choking acrid smoke. God placed me in a privileged box and I struggle to connect with their rage, their poverty, their isolation; thinking only of how to keep family and friends away from a eulogy.

Anger floods the street
Waves of hatred roll against
The Establishment

© Davy D 2017

A Street Called Mercy

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Written for November Notes hosted by Rosema at A Reading Writer and Sarah at Heartstring Eulogies.

Day 6 Music Prompt: Street Called Mercy by Hillsong United.

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