Sunday, September 2, 2012

Beyond November

Pointing fingers lines drawn
faces in the sand rambling
at empty chairs laughing

Warring words wound

Information overloading air waves
flags of patriotism or surrender
to inevitable and unending accusations

Crushing hearts, hope of healing

When weapons wielded drop
humanity looks deep into eyes
which mirror best and worst

Seeing only reflections of soul

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