There are too many bombs in the air.
There are too many screams in the night.
O’ Sweet Mercy, look at us
from your perch in the sky
and whisper to the wicked,
“Son, put down your knife.’
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Continue reading “The Last Lullaby”
Hammers and Anvils
There are hammers
and anvils,
hot coals, and bellows. Continue reading “Hammers and Anvils”
I am One
I am one
with the water. Continue reading “I am One”