Can I do nothing to curb where greed and malice
procreate, spawn and devour?
I watch as heresy scrolls across the dumbed screen.
In silence of the room I sit
wondering if morning birds would
sing if they were privy to our madness.
Not using the NaPoWriMo prompt today…
My heart is heavy. I am a first grade teacher in Aurora, CO.
Columbine…I need to stop…
A heavy heart is the right heart. Bless you for writing.
Thank you so much. ❤
Lexanne, I love your poem. So timely and appropriate.
Aww, thank you, Brent. Hope you are getting stronger and feeling better. ❤