Iran/q
NEW Poem
It’s happening Again Except this time It is much worse The bombing of Children Of girls in school Learning Children The bombing of Civilians Of people in apartments Living Civilians My heart aches for them Any heart would, should If there is no hole in it If there is no hardening of it Holes and hardened hearts Festering lies Ugly souls Demonic spirits The lack of love, empathy Self love Is why we are here Jealousy, racism and All of the isms It’s why this is happening It is why all of this Keeps happening Why does this Keep happening? “History doesn’t repeat itself But it does rhyme” As the saying goes There is no rhyme, rhythm Or reason
