Woven from feelings of happiness and friendship, short-lived as those feelings may be.
Woven from a cat’s meow and a dog’s tail wag.
Woven from ideals of love and compassion.
Woven from goodness itself.
This is how I weave my clothes.
Posted in response to the challenge Weave.
Justice must be served.
The man who shot her must pay the price.
Doesn’t matter if he was scared or not, she didn’t deserve this.
Nobody does.
That man needs to be brought to justice.
Who am I?
I don’t even know anymore.
I’ve shed the person I once was in favor of a new one.
Yet, I’m still that person.
I’m both at once and neither.
So who am I?
We broke it.
We broke international law.
Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.
For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?
Breaking it is wrong.
Our country is a criminal now.
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