in times

in times like these, when good
and evil clash, when fingers
point and bleating sycophants cry
foul to sway their witless
devotees…I find it wise to bite
my tongue from adding
to the mad cacophony…

to pause


…and squint through swelling
tears on bended knees, perchance
to glimpse one single bloom
amidst the weeds.

kat ~ 21june15

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