shut the window as another scream rings out. nothing changes shut another window as a scream rings out. nothing changes

shut another window as a scream rings out. nothing changes

shut a window as another scream rings out. nothing changes

shut another window as a scream rings out. nothing changes reading this and feeling lost. poetry's not here today.

the shootings do not stop. mind and heart broken. what does it say about our contry that hatred and fear and apathy rule every single time. there is nothing the goodhearted ones can do except spew art and move onto the next project. no change happens.

history says art is a weapon. no. apathy is a weapon we turn on ourselves