During the past week, I have felt myself in what I call a mini 9-11. Tragedy, news media, conflicting reports, etc. There is still a pall over this town. I feel it everytime I go anywhere...I have felt very sad. It's difficult to watch the news. FOX is the worst. My best expressions of feelings have been through poetry. Below - my contribution to this unfortunate time in our history:
Oh Innocence
The youth, the lives
Taken away
In the bright sunshine
How many deaths
Must we mourn
Lives ripped apart
That early morn
We always seek
To place the blame
The right, the left
A place, a name
Please take a moment
Just to see
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