Denial,
Shock,
Sadness.
Doubt,
Surprised,
Sorrow.
Bullets in our guns,
crash into each other.
Bones in our hands,
crack at contact.
War rapped in a ribbon,
our bodies tattooed with disbelief.
Wary of the realization,
outcome of the world is this.
Instead of waving our middle fingers,
wave the peace signs in salute.
In this case I remind you,
we are the people of God's creation.
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In remembrance of the Manchester bombing, 5/22/2017.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
