FIRWORKS IN PRETTY COLORS TAKES OUR MINDS OFF THE CHILDREN
Morning is filtered through the curtains
The sun already high in the sky
The world waits for me
As it waits for no one
What is it I am waiting for
Still in my night gown
Here I sit on the side of the bed
A river runs through
The water level low
There is promise of rain
Clouds form on the horizon
Children locked in cages
If I am quiet
I can hear their cries
It is a secret of sorts
The press is kept at a distance
No pictures allowed
Bad things happen in secret
What about the least of us
Who will care
Who holds the key
Who will unlock the cages
July 5, 2018
annellannell 