I have never blogged before. But for some reason at this wee hour of the morning I have decided to start one. I have been thinking about writing a poem or prose, about how insecure we now are. About how we feel as though the next dread thing is just around the corner. Like when you were a kid and you were scared about that deep dark corner of the basement that was not finished. That well room, where in the past each house had to pump their water up, because there was no city water. Well that room was a great unknown - and it was a deep fear for me to be in the basement at night not knowing what might come out of that room. That is how I feel today about those people in this world who seek to wantonly murder mass numbers of people because they do not share the same beliefs. One day, once again, they are going to come out of that well room and scare the @#$% out of us. And likely kill a lot of us as well. Here is a draft of that poem:
How can we survive?
If children can destroy
With box cutters and bluster
We thought were toys.
Where do we go?
If children can breed
All manner of ill
Freeze us in our need.
What death we die?
If children can hate
With words and swords
Cause us to capitulate.
Do we grow up?
If adults do fail
And our souls pass away
Hitherto pale.
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