Occurrence of a change to blame
Consistent gnawing of the same
Intent to maime
Resentment games
And the wish to wash away the stains

Of human hate.

I can’t move, can’t breathe...
Content to bleed
for the unheard cries of the he and she.

Whose  fault?

Who lives?  

Who dies today?

Blood runs red
and stinks the same
once spilled and spoiled and left for rain

To scrub the same sin one more day.

Can we step to resolution?
Blow out our fire and spark conclusion?

Can we change to grow, or wake to thrive?
...blinding fury from the rise of children’s gaze and elders plight...

stop it.  

STOP IT.

STOP THE FIGHT!!

YOU’RE KILLING ME .

Yours Truly,

Love