“Another”. A good word if you’re talking about cookies. Another time, another place, another day. But don’t let it slide too easily off your tongue and numb your heart. Its a good word if you realize its potential for change as much as its ability to disengage, desensitize, and distract.
It has a way of erasing things. Precious things.
Another crop killing flood? Sure. You can’t just take Mother Nature by the shoulders and shake some sense into her.
“Another”school shooting? No. Not acceptable. Go ahead. Give me another excuse. Cry me another river about your selfish “rights”. Push me down another path of pansy-ass petals to the land of positivity. Toss another meme upon the media canvass to justify your lack of action.
Why do they trade scruples for shrapnel? Logic for innocent lives?
These are the things they don’t tell us.
Prosery for dVerse Poets Pub.
Lisa is hosting and has shared a riveting poem, “Notes on Ulvade”
The given line is the last line in my prose.
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