Good Bye Good

Greed overtook them

Only those in power shoot their guns in fear

Of the potential held in the palm of our hands

Delicate and rough fingers intertwined through every color to shoot back.

 

Bye Good,

You never will know how many see you as the saint and symbol

Earth in the U.S.'s confinements has been begging for.

 

Inland, outland, alien, aren't we all humans

Compacted into a world of malice run into the sky?

Even lions have empathy beyond digging their claws into the cubs of tomorrow.

Posted in response to the challenge In Minneapolis.

A field of dahlias.

Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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