with joy and social justice, absolute cruelty and alternative truths.
You gotta breathe between the cracks to catch a sip of pure oxygen.
Gotta continually dive into loving waters to rinse off the sludge of vendettas and grudges flying at us from every direction.
Subterfuge, shadows, promised land pummeled.
Gunmouthes say run, tombstones say lay still.
Hard to tell up from down, left from right, here from there, what or where.
So many questions, so much speculation.
I pray that when all the bullets, insults, prayers, and promises subside we are a better, wiser, more compassionate people.