Thoughts and prayers for all those killed, their families, classmates, friends.
Unless they don’t grieve the way we want them to or dare to speak their minds.
That is something we simply can't abide.
Far back as I remember, my father’s voice was strong,Preaching from the pulpit or belting out a song,A joyful noise to…
Little birdie told me: world’s about to end.Trolling Trumpelstiltskin can’t stop hitting send.Tweeting about buttons.“Mine’s the biggest one!”Millions at risk now.Hey, it’s all in fun.
When I was a child my parents taught meTo humble myself and pray on my knee.A reverent position for supplicant loveSurrendering all to our God up above.
She said what?!? That’s crazy, man!Kick her out, right on her can!
Someone else, who’s on my side,said the same? I let it slide?