God?

Cut my nails so I can

ShOvE        them

In my ears

And wrapped up in a blanket

No one can    sEE me

here

But I can

So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah 

And there are still cops 

Outside the synagogue 

And there are still people who look at us

With murder in their eyes

And there are still shootings 

You should stop yelling

The clutter; I’m broken wings

Is peace just that hard?