Still falls the rain
seventy years since Sitwell wrote,
and still some quote
her words of pain
with air-strikes in the brain.
Still falls the blood,
and where the flesh has been torn wide,
it gushes from Christ's side
alike on good
and bad, all brotherhood.
Still falls the rhyme
along with air-strikes in the brain.
Still falls, still falls the rain.
Still falls the crime.
Still falls the sand of time.
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