Tears


Sadness upon a sheet of press wood.

White as it lays with letter formed.

Words expressing the daily news.

Today this.

Today that.

Killing and death.

When will it end?

My tears drop like rain upon this press wood

of paper.

So white it lays.

So dirty it becomes.

Will it bring forth  possibilities of hope

of our future?

Or will our future be as though it is not here?

Just today…

Just Today.

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