Day Eleven
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.
Author’s note:
Not using the NaPoWriMo prompt today…
My heart is heavy. I am a first grade teacher in Aurora, CO.
San Bernardino
Syria
Trump
Orlando
Newtown
Aurora
Littleton
Platte Canyon
Columbine…I need to stop…
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