I Cannot Read the Paper
Last night a six-year-old child was savagely murdered by her parents.
Last night an inebriated vet was beaten to death in an alley by teenagers.
Last night the moon cried in empathy as she watched these horrific things
Unable to aid, wishing she had not seen these things on her watch.
Last night a desperate young mother prostituted herself to pay rent
Last night a generous, giving honest police officer was killed for the fun of it;
A twenty-two-year old bicyclist was run down by a thrill-seeker in a hot car
Unable to devour these things, I refuse to read the newspaper this morning.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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