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Jan 2017
For now we find ourselves in fear beset
As if these trials arrive from new angles
To form, congeal and harden shelled regrets
One shard of hope which just cuts and mangles
Though torn we pray the blind may discover
How truly gruesome lies were dangled
Which spun their hate into this awful blunder
Bidding sistersโ€™, brothersโ€™ hands to strangle
Not reaching down to lift, but rip asunder
A peopleโ€™s love for neighbors, laying blame
On all who wonโ€™t ennoble he who plunders
Mocking facts, weighing truth and lies the same;
We know not where to look to make us whole
Bodies resisting, barely cling to souls.
RJ Days
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RJ Days  Pennsylvania
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