No More

What will it take?
How many more?
I ask you, I beg you, beseech and implore,
We must change.
What are you waiting for?
For it to happen to you?
To see blood on the floor?
It is time, long past time,
That we settle the score.
I can hear them,
Feel them…they knock at our door.
The unavenged dead.
Crying out as before
Their lives were ended,
And we did nothing.
No more.


About wewerethesame

Pagan. Writer. Owner of cats. View all posts by wewerethesame

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