After the storm
it all looked different
destruction was everywhere
and our hearts were broken.
Still our homes stood
in this rubble of democracy
The sun rose
continuing its journey across the sky
and the wild birds
flittered about the feeder.
Tag: Trump
Roll Call
Would the good of mankind
Please raise your hands now?
Are you still in attendance?
All I hear in this cacophony of voices
Are the whistles of the greedy
The shouts of racists
The fervor of religious zealots
The chest beating of narcissists
& the cries of the oppressed.
I know you are there, somewhere
Interwoven in this dark fabric of society
Doing good deeds for others
In humble silence
All but shut out from the print
& the stage of the media
Dwarfed by noise
But not by stature
Hidden in the chaos.
By Alanna Pass 