I Hope

An occasional ask of numbness

from the grief that pours through the earth’s veins.

For the leaves are entrenched in the blood of the innocent,

with her eyes hopeless.

And the earth rebels and roars at the injustice.

but justice will come.

Surely justice will come.

 

 

 

 

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