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

Pastels and Pain

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