On this day, a century after
The bullet that started the deaths
Of millions … I’m sad.
I think about the people unhealed,
The Spirit quenched,
The bondage intact. I’m sad.
Relationships broken,
Gossip and jealously,
Christ blasphemed. And I’m sad.
Anger is more my métier.
But I’ll inhabit the sadness
For today.
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