Greed is Not Love

In bed at 7, my mind needs to sleep Tasks today have been difficult, weak My head feels foggy, it’s hard to think Knowing in the background the anchor sinks. I want to pull it up, that takes energy Fight through the pain of another tragedy Keep my voice high among a billion screams Feel…

Pummeled

Two years ago a boy washed up on the shore, his picture circulating as a reminder that forgetting was not a luxury we could have of the tragedies others face while we lie comfortable in our beds, while we hug our families and have no fear of being separated, ripped apart, but because we don’t…