Forsaken
A Poem.
Our vast goodness is forsaken
For the sting of sharp terrors.
See human tragedy,
Hear mothers wail,
Speak holy vengeance.
Steeled hearts
Drown in empathy.
Without hope for one another
Our vast goodness is forsaken.
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The world is full of good people,
Inheriting the hate of a terrible few.
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Powerful, David. Of its time. A call to arms, pen, voice.
The 'sting of sharp terrors'..... from a terrible few.
Powerful poetic words more poignant than ever in these times. The last line especially encapsulates everything happening in America today.