Is the writing on the wall so cryptic?
Graphic images depict rage
flames of dissonance
young men bleeding at their own hands
compassion incapacitated.
A sad awakening
for a society fixated
on rights and privileges,
dominating culture
excluding the nurture
of humanity,
or preservation of life.
How can we continue
to closet our children’s pain –
their vitality oozing –
hopelessly abandoned
by morality’s shelter?
It is the wall,
not the spatters
of blood upon it,
which needs amending –
adolescent minds too tender
to wade through
the cryptic priorities –
messages divided.
(Cryptic first appeared here May 2018. Edited here. Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 
I can only imagine the gifts you are bringing and the difficulty of acceptance of what should never be VJ! 💖💖
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Very moving poem.
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These lines are particularly apt and meaningful for the present moment in time:
It is the wall,
not the spatters
of blood upon it,
which needs amending –
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The messages that nobody wants to hear, or, take the time to, decode, and, these are, the, most important, messages to us, yet, we choose to, ignore them…
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