I cannot handle my country
handling guns,
aiming into
the eyes of children,
my neighbors, yours, ours.
Where is god?
Wearing camouflage,
in the bushes?
Is even he armed?
Posted in Facebook Poetry, Katherine's Coffeehouse
I cannot handle my country
handling guns,
aiming into
the eyes of children,
my neighbors, yours, ours.
Where is god?
Wearing camouflage,
in the bushes?
Is even he armed?