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.