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Collected from the marquee

By: Alifa Isaacs-Itua

The Poem

The sky ablaze with excitement.
As the day dawned,
they did too.
It had been erected
from their hopes and dreams.
Firm and strong and steady.
Its four walls housed
their dreams,
despite their baying in the wind.
One by one they entered.
Neatly framed by the door,
as each was handed their score.
It had been collected from the marquee.
This ritual,
Their anguish had fallen foul.
On they marched,
each one,
until the marquee bellowed.
Their anger could not be abated.
Their hands now red and raw.
These swaying walls had betrayed them.
Its walls now no more.

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