Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Sirens lullaby

By

Serena Mossgraves

Blood in the street,
youth for the reaper to greet.
regrets pour from the end
of the gun like just another rainstorm .

Perhaps the community is so used
to playing the game,
oh well that's just fireworks again...
and the reaper's approach
will go unnoticed.

Or the sirens will be the lullaby
the infants remember
because of how oft they have
heard them .

3 thoughts on “Wednesday whisper

      1. There is a huge difference between seeing a thing reported in the news and that thing coming so close to home. And for those who must endure it day in and day out, it is even worse.

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