after the fire

Turkey suffers now and yet more innocent people suffer the evil of random, senseless violence.

Steve Pearson Poetry

the slaying of our societal rose
futility’s dream in its darkest clothes
suffering on a societal scale
the breath of evil as demons exhale
spitting death as worthless bile
in name of a God they singly defile
craving the immortal jamboree
but how immortal can a murderer be
We still believe in society’s flower
reach for all tolerance within our power
still we aim for the jewelled skies
immutable hope our unbreakable prize

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