To Stanford and the Rest
Rape ruins lives
It is not the end
But it is an end
You are too many
You can’t provide
For all of you
Make smaller then
Your schools and
Your communities
We think coming together
And layering
Big crowds in accretion
Speak to progress and
The good in us
But large looms and then
Shadows grow larger
In which we hide the
Worse longings of the
Heart
Planning destruction
To call it strategy
And high living
Grow up, grow down
Grow out, grow in
Or grow apart
Take care of each
Or give it up
Brave lives endure
In spite of you
That is the message now
June 13, 2016 at 11:06 am
oh that first stanza. it so true, sadly true. -__-
June 13, 2016 at 3:23 pm
Yes, it is. As you say, sadly true.