
how bitter the blow
having trudged day after
long day beneath the
shadow of death only
to be crushed by hate
for having placed
their trust in a dream
~kat

who could have imagined
how swiftly life would
become a living nightmare
for those born with nothing…
all it takes is people
looking away
~kat

there is no sanctuary
for some who wander
earth grows cold
beneath dark clouds
heavy with tears
only love can save us

once upon a time
when god was love
our better angels
protected the innocent
~kat
A bit belated…but here it is.

there is no sanctuary
here for the meek,
the pure of heart
wanderers who need
rest…please don’t
come here, we can’t
save you
~kat

there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat