My eyes seek beauty
And my soul seeks calm
As destruction moves
Deliberately ahead –
My heart aches with loss
An unspeakable grief
As ugliness screams joy and triumph –
The house is on fire
Fiddles are playing
And the pain grows
Immeasurable –
While I long for calm
For kindness and compassion
In a land living drunk
On its own satisfied hate – Caroline A. Slee
Love those last two lines. Great work!
Thank you very much!