
My son is sleeping
Night’s healing power acting
As we move forward
Realizing the potential of technology
My son is sleeping
Night’s healing power acting
As we move forward
Lost within songs
Dank and dreary mist fading
Sunlight heals all things
Huddled upon the floor
Sobbing and bleeding,
Raging flesh’s brutality
Crushes another. Yet
That is not enough. No.
We demand to know
Why this overwhelming force
Was courted, sought. Insanity.
Compassion, perhaps,
Died. Revive it I shall.