Sahra is Not Here

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Dec 16, 2016

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We could sweep it all under the rug,

Add to the dust that never asked to settle.

Like Harriet’s railroad. Nelson's voice. And Park’s seat.

If we do not acknowledge it; it can’t exist.

A sad feat for the the spirits we longed to honor;

A sadder feat for our children we lie to every morning.

We could live better. Maybe.