Burning buildings and babies in wells.
I grew up shelteredI didn’t knowWe weren’t richThere were toys Santa “couldn’t afford”But we had dinner every nightAnd never worried that…
What do you see when you look away,blue skies, a calm lake, no tempest of scorn,no…
those who like to talkmay simply want to be heard.those who crave attentionmight simply want to be seen.
Grace in plentitude,I watched the hand that gleamed in privilegeopen, willingly, its wallet.A child, hungry and alonetears…
