harvest….

when
the children
do not pray
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
curse this life
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
ignore death
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
watch
you bleed
and
do not
offer help
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
dance
upon your grave
do not ask
them
why
you
knew the answer

 

america’s dark age…

darkness brings self doubt
like a child with the lights off
fears of the unknown
hiding under the covers
pretending all will be well