but for the cacophony
of thoughts and perfidious prayers
feigned outrage fading into the abyss of
yesterday’s news; blood soaked hands of
cowards scrawling, “must build a wall…”
I titled this no words…but I am a poet, damn it, and words are the only thing I have to give to this troubled world. I rue the day when even the poets become silent. Peace my friends. Tell someone you love, that you do…love them.