Still, no poem for Renee Nicole Good Words staunched reports too troubling Young mother speaks up gunned down Her life snatched away executed by ICE our government ready with lies Grateful for cameras capturing the truth We’ve come to that Look, a few words a few angry words
My heart clenches and releases, assaulted by these terrible, painful images. I have to keep breathing deeply, over and over. Sometimes it works. Other times, my wordless grief/rage finds a poem like this. Thank you, again, my friend.
Yes, “we’ve come to that.”
News’ truths make us beyond sad.
May lies meet mad’s might.
Yes, may they.
My heart clenches and releases, assaulted by these terrible, painful images. I have to keep breathing deeply, over and over. Sometimes it works. Other times, my wordless grief/rage finds a poem like this. Thank you, again, my friend.
I am just so unspeakably angry. Every day.
Yes, and we are not alone in those feelings!
lots and lots of company!
May that company have collective impact!
May it!
Simply gorgeous Amrita. Feeling relinquished in here ♥️
Thank you, Ral.