Stories Break
A loving couple separated
and no compassion forthcoming.
What will happen to their future?
His flowers never reach her.
Is detention all there is?
Indigenous children tortured
gassed and tied
not given hope or rehabilitation,
The past seems full of lies.
So much ‘invisible’
by choice or design?
until the stories break;
and the stories break
my heart
the stories break
my day
the stories make me
want to say:
time to be a lamp lighter
lamp lighter of justice
lamp lighter of love
lamp lighter of unity.
(c) June Perkins
Ripple Poetry 
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