If their expressions carved in stone
could move once again,
their expressions would remain stony.
The dysfunction
we allow to continue functioning
Their gardens,
now flowering with pollution
How the flame of hatred
continues to burn
Posted in response to the challenge Founders.
A new wave of leaders is coming.
Now,
we must prepare for the tide to rise.
How their caring eyes show they care
Oh, how loved I feel
My favorite people surround me
Everyone chose to love me
The clinking chain of the swing
The sweet smell of summer
Thundering sounds of someone throwing trash away in the distance
The scratching sounds of my pencil
The warm sun on my skin
Airplane flying overhead
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