Confused

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Confused by the actions of a few.

Flood of ignorance with no trace of bliss.

Tomorrow eradicated and replaced with twisted

rhetoric. Stolen futures married to violence. And

I’m just lost. I don’t know how to be or what to do.

Should I share my grief all over social media where I

can check off the box that tells my friends I care? Should

I numb my mind in place of political correctness? After

all, tomorrow’s another day for me. But not for them,

the ones that had their bloodshed. I want to cry for

the families that lost a piece of them, but I don’t

have any tears left. Too many tears shed.

Praying for those that have traded their

souls for pipe dreams and illusions.

Photographer Unknown