A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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When darkness fell, that’s when they came,
Bearing with them, words of blame,
And in their hands, a crown of shame,
They meant to lay, upon our name.
Their visages: carve-ed frowns,
Upon their frames: bloodied gowns,
About their steps, vermin abound,
As their shadows fell, upon our town.
I tried to stem, their words of hate,
To stall division, such speech creates,
But once let loose, I could not abate,
The flood they loosed, upon our gate.
From us first, they took the bold,
Soon thereafter, the educated old,
The most vulnerable, they left to the cold,
While the rest they bundled, into their fold.
I recall henceforth, the day I left,
From closest kin, by then, long bereft,
All love was severed, with slices deft,
Memories of what once was, now alone mine to heft.
Fevered Mind 
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