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Monday, March 07, 2022


by Julie A. Dickson

50 years ago:
Derry, January 30, 1972; Selma, March 7, 1972
Why—these days are described as
bloody, massacres to mark history, crimson
streaks run down pages of time, to remind
that violence, oppression from the past can
stay, outlast, repeat in supreme efforts to
suppress those deemed weak or less?
How long must we sing this song, how long?
Today marches against memories we
cannot fathom but in reality exist, bloody
Sundays describe fragility of humanity,
pounded down, shot and hung, blood banners,
flags of wars not won, remind the masses
conflict flows, exsanguination rivulets, lives lost.
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
Julie A. Dickson is a poet whose work addresses bullying, environment, current events and personal memories. She holds a BPS in Behavioral Science: Gerontology and works with the elderly. Dickson is a past poetry board member and Push Cart nominee. Her work appears in Blue Heron, Misfit, Ekphrastic Review and other journals or in full length on Amazon.