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.