strength,
for softness sake.
rainbows,
so in darkness
we blissfully lie awake.
just how cruel
and heartless
do monsters have to be
for the silent to be disgusted,
and rewrite history?
when our granddaughters
and grandsons,
recall this time in grief,
will they curse you
for your silence?
or praise you
for your speech?
how many
rightful angels,
have to be thrown out to hell,
before you realize
that god loves us as well.