Mirror Ball
A sonnet for Alan Turing
A bite from a red apple cyanide,
Reduced to a grey corporate logo,
But who remembers the chemicals, or
the castration of humiliation.
Now we march in the present; celebrate.
Now we sweep up the glitter; remember.
In moving away from dark history;
Bear witness! as we walk in his future.
Standing on the shoulders of those who drowned,
In an ocean of ignorance and blame.
The dark shadow behind the mirror ball,
A chain of generational trauma,
Altering the DNA of our thoughts.
We grieve, we learn, walking in his future.
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Ali Howarth
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Comments (6)
Fabulous!!!💕
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Great poem on a wonderful subject disgustingly destroyed by the UK Government
Wow, you're incredibly talented!
This was an excellent eye opening poem!
WOW! Just. WOW! Stunning words, stunning execution!