green leaves outside my window
brown branches peek through
a blue sky behind, more imagined than seen,
small forests of trees separate
separates house and homes
from mindless invasions by those
who understand not why we are here,
reporters scurry for their stories
the latest scoop to promote their careers,
no one cares for the victims since
they are always in the wrong place
and coincidences favor the prepared,
we undermine ourselves unknowingly
believing in our courage and determination
rarely ever giving rise to hindsight
forcing us to perhaps apologize...
we are the people of a creator whose
guidance is no longer present,
we have learned nothing from the past
except we have not yet been caught.
April 25, 2025
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