All is calm, all is bright
Until shattered by the unthinkable
Shots ring out amid terrified screams
Each shot piercing our souls as well
As one by one they are silenced
Beautiful, sweet spirits rise
Returning to their creator
A cauldron of tears, anger, and anguish
Stirs and boils over with each reflection
Questions of why repeated over and over
Questions of how those in power
Continue to bow to those who fill their coffers
Deliberate inaction makes accomplices of each one
Wounded Butterfly Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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