I’m Just A Writer

I’M JUST A WRITER One-day. When all this horror ends. Death ends from this virus. When we have thrown all the walking talking garbage, excrement out of our Whitehouse, the lunatic sociopath and all his corporate friends and buddies. When we as the people who have the true power learn that we cannot trust let…

AND YOU WILL REMEMBER

AND YOU WILLREMEMBER Once. There is, wasNothing Is, wasNothing At all But theDead WhoIn theirFinal momentsTheir lastBreath wereSurroundedBy panic And fear Politics And despair StrugglingTo live To survive Unable To scream Where blackOrange &YellowBodybagsLined theHospitalHallways Across nationsAcross the world WherePhotos, mediaFlashedAcross giantInternet screens ConfirmingLoss And theDoctors &NursesEssentialWorkers Fought on Some died But thereIs, was noPrayer…

In The Burning Light

IN THE BURNING LIGHT All animalsAll creaturesAll beauty Dead. How couldGod letThis happen? People asked And thenGod replied “Men did” And putOut theFire withRain As heOpenedA door betweenThe cloudsOf smoke Where theSouls of all theCreatures Went ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©