Upon the scribbled pages of an oyster’s shell <br />There lie, on weight the scars of yester years; <br />Borne ashore a sea urchin belle, spherical to nation <br />Whose spines blacken by fragments of thunder? <br /> <br />Flotsam and jetsam of war curl the eyes’ views. <br />O sweet child, you’re the living mirror of the radicals, <br />Once victim, now hunger for revenge! <br />Your spines, so poisonous – a terrorist in you grew.<br /><br />Catrina Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-urchin-belle/
