Another Day
Once again waking to flashing blue lights. More guns, more assault weapons, more mass shootings, more death.
Dawn pierced by sirens, angry screams, air spinning with smoke. Blood on streets slick and slippery. My weary eyes want to stay shut and my lips pray for long, silent days.
Another Day (another version)
Once again waking to the war in Ukraine. More guns, more bombs, more assault weapons, more tanks, more death.
Night pierced by sirens, angry screams, air spinning with smoke. Refugees lining streets faces of defiant despair. Our weary eyes want to stay shut and lips pray for long silent days.
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Joan McNerney…
…has poetry in many literary magazines. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature, Love Poems for Michael, and At Work.
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