Looking Out, Looking In ~ by Katrina Curtiss 6.26.2022
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.
Bullet: “Ah, what purpose am I?” Gun: “You are my messenger.” Bullet: “Messenger of pain, death, destruction?” Gun: “It’s out of our hands and in the hands of humans.” Bullet: “But what can a human want of me, but to kill?” Gun: “That all lies in the intention of humans.”…
Everyday I get to make a choice, On which side that I will raise my voice. To judge those with whom I disagree, Or pass them by in compliancy. The guns, the violence it rains it pours, Everyday, seems it’s a little bit more. Just when I think there is…
In my world, it feels like the curtain is slowly rising and revealing the reality of the world. It’s like waking up from a dream on a cold morning and someone is slowly pulling off the covers, allowing the chill of inhumanity to chill my bones. The Gun issue hits…
I was out walking yesterday, trying to combat the overwhelming sense of isolation due to COVID-19. I stick to my neighborhood, turning left here, right there, for about half an hour and then retracing my steps back home. Yesterday, I discovered a little winding sidewalk running behind homes, a path meant for…