Resolution lies in our hands
but these hands are
Dropping bombs
and taking lives
Step back. Look UP.
how senseless it all seems
in my little apartment on main street
But
I feel a crumbling soul beneath me;
an angry mother, a scared caregiver.
trying to tell us something
Shhhh…
Can you hear her?
Can you be silent for just one moment?
two at the most!
And listen
She is sick
She is tired
She is gazing at us
through ocean eyes
glazed with disappointment
yes thats you,
Disappointing.
and she knows
all too well,
she is taking her final breaths
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Resolution lies in our hands
but these hands are
Dropping bombs
and taking lives
Step back. Look UP.
how senseless it all seems
in my little apartment on main street
But
I feel a crumbling soul beneath me;
an angry mother, a scared caregiver.
trying to tell us something
Shhhh…
Can you hear her?
Can you be silent for just one moment?
two at the most!
And listen
She is sick
She is tired
She is gazing at us
through ocean eyes
glazed with disappointment
yes thats you,
Disappointing.
and she knows
all too well,
she is taking her final breaths
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