Poetry & Art


My rage now scorches my soul

Seething, slathering it in undeniable rage

The world swamped with excuses for cruelty seems

               Un-redeemable ,

humanity selling its attention span for

Momentary excursions to post and pretend it was a worthy exchange for fleeting peace, no one rests anymore our souls cry out in the darkness against our pillows ,

             no rest for the wicked ,

                     no rest for the complicit

We will deserve the next disaster even those of us who tried.

Inhumane stupidity will cost us all more than we can afford

and justice will turn to a thing that belongs to fairy tales like hope and kindness.


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