Black Friday, Dark Day
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Black Friday, Dark Day
You are coming.
I checked the ads.
I am ready.
Wait?
No one needs,
anything.
Homeless…
are on the streets.
Vets, without care.
Angel moms that…
never stop crying.
Angel fathers lost
between vengeance,
and the effort,
of forgiveness.
not possible.
Pray for the ones,
trying to buy their way out,
of the box,
the coffin they built,
from the skeletons of babies,
carved from the bodies
of the stupid, the lost
and the dammed.
It matters not what color,
all are dead.
More will follow still…
All gifts from God,
rejected by the least
deserving.
Don’t pass the Angel Tree at the mall.
spread cheer if you can,
as there are still little ones,
left, in need.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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