What do We Have Now?
We have killers, thugs, and cruelty in our midst.
Where does it all go, when the dust falls?
No one knows. Somewhere else, I suppose.
So what do we have now? I don’t know, take a bow.
Not for thanks
Nor for pity
But to honor, what’s not with me.
Anymore.
For what is left, I abhor.
But hope remains, & clings to life.
In stark contrast, to all this strife.
What have we now?
Something sound.
Finish this for me, I am drowned.


I enjoyed the rhyming s gene here Miles.
This is beautiful, I am so glad to find another poetry account, going to subscribe for more