When snow falls we say,
"look how special, how unique."
We don't ask questions.
When branches step and
lives become encased in ice,
we simply move on.
We tell ourselves that
white hides are invisible
cloaks for terrorists.
We don't ask questions.
When branches step and
lives become encased in ice,
we simply move on.
We tell ourselves that
white hides are invisible
cloaks for terrorists.
No comments:
Post a Comment