POETRY
Blood Calleth
A poem
A stench fills the land
Of the green white and green
The lush Greenland has taken on an ashen black
And streaks of red mar the white
Blood calleth
A generation traumatized
Not by war or genocide
But by oppression in their fatherland
Seething rage awaiting release
In a land of repressed voices and angst
Blood calleth
The cries of the hidden dead
The shallow graves and forest mounds
The silent grief of the bereaved and aggrieved
Mourning their young and caring for the maimed
Blood calleth
The silence is broken
The screams loud and guttural
The uneasy dead rest no more
They clamor for justice, for vengeance, for closure, and for reprieve
Blood calleth
The dam is breached
As a sea of blood flows
Polluting land, air, and sea
Demanding a deserved justice
From a land long silent
Blood calleth
