For Orlando

July 5, 2016 10:07 pm


Prayers fall distant from that endless ‘stairway to heaven’.
The dead’s voices now only echo history.
Mothers who remain, will never again caress their child’s face.
Now, there is only coldness, where once warmth filled that touch.

How many more words in vain must we speak,
just to watch them trickle down the drainpipe of disparity?
Reflect with me on these lost souls
now claimed to wonder through earth’s eternal plane.
Today is a day for grief, not anger, and so it shall be.
Today is always the day for love, not hate, and so it shall be.

(Originally written on 13 June 2016)

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