today is the day
Mother tongue held in such high regard, not only words, tone is known.
Beating chests signal the end, well maybe in the mind of the ignorant.
Broken glass, and sweeping rubble make for the coldest of soundtracks to the nightly news.
Failing to heal without the bandage of community, fractured are the few.
Discontent and disavowed makes for passing headlines, while we continue to pull together to heal like ointment on a grazed knee, of a child fallen from a tree, or the swollen flesh of a arm got by an ant, wasp or bee.
Talking, listening isn't all that we need?
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