Sunday, November 17, 2024

The Wounded World



When Justice redefined itself as Peril

Leaves lying in red and yellow splendor

on the river

sank to the bottom to become silt

Whitest snow fell early

snuggled against doors and windows

closing off sunlight bearing tales of deep winter


When Tolerance redefined itself as Zero

pages of the dictionaries caught fire

amidst cries of spontaneous combustion

weapons began polishing themselves

for who would dare touch them


Love became Lost

Hope became Fear

in the seasons of triumph for those who no longer acknowledged people as people

if they were not born in the right place


Where oh where are you

author of goodness


Someone said they traded it all for Peace

Did you awaken in darkness

teeth clenched

tears leaking from the corners of your eyes


Did you ask

where is my cape?

where is my light saber?

where are all my very best words?

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