Why is there silence 

amid all this destruction 

though we sing psalms 

and call ourselves holy 

holding rosary beads 

with outstretched hands 

not realizing that ink

left in the well

kills far more 

than any weapon 

that Wall Street 

can sell.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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