It's ugly out here and getting worse
The winters wind blows cruel harshness upon on our own humanity,
scarring with images the brutality of our most innocent
The degradation of ourselves,
Righteously wrapped in the shadowy shroud of God,
The harshest of the verdicts,
administered as only we can,
as only we understand.
What is one more,
What is one more.
When does spring bloom on this winter?
When will humanity shine its light,
In each other?
When will it be time to say
It is enough!
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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