More dead than days counted-
our hills and hollows seem to run red
with the spring thaw.
children’s lives snuffed out-
the question of why on everyone’s lips.
Our souls are weary of the killing-
body counts rise with every newscast.
Each day bringing more and more of the atrocities,
repeating the tired refrain
of murder/ suicide, murder/ suicide
Is it a vicious virus that is transmitted
from screen to hand,
from hatred spewing posts to unformed souls?
How is it that this viral violence manifests
in such brutal and barbaric acts?
Lost in the haze of these horrors, my psyche shuts down,
turning to the day to day necessity
of caring for those within my reach
and hoping that it is enough
to save my soul.
*** it has been an overwhelmingly tragic few weeks in our tiny region of the country. So many people murdered that it has been hard for even law enforcement to keep the number straight. How is that possible? And with the barbaric atrocities reported from so many areas in our world, the grief becomes overwhelming. And, I hate to admit it, I shut down after so much horror. I can not hold the knowledge of these atrocities and function. Abhra’s prompt for D’Verse Poetics was to raise our voices in protest against the worlds violence – not sure this meets the mark.