If we do not rant
If we do not shout
When it matters
When we need to stand up
The rocks will cry out
The rocks will cry out
If we wait, and wait, till
Hell freezes over
And hell fire ravages
Our bleeding hearts
Our bleeding hearts
Ache and pain
From our inaction
While the world burns
In wilderness we mourn
In wilderness we mourn
Mouthing over and over
Never again, never again
While somewhere around the corner
Another plot is being hatched
Another plot is being hatched
To snuff out innocent lives
While we play games with words
Conscience sacrificed at alter of greed, we wait
For the rocks to cry out
Fleeting Muse 
Full of pathos and very well done. I tried to answer on my blog but my answer to Julie kept going below your conversation with her. I got lost. How many children do you have? I thought only a fourteen year old. Others are adults, right? Thanks for leaving me things to think about when you visit my place. 😀
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My youngest is twenty. So all are adults.
I am waiting for you to visit San Francisco.
Or do you know the way to San Jose?😊
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I don’t even know how to get to California! But if I were to go I’d take my chances with San Jose before San Fran! 😀
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Wise choice.
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Poignant and so well written my friend
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Thanks Drew. How are you?
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Doing well. On a 3 month beach vacation enjoying life. Thanks for asking.
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3 month beach vacation? WOW. Did Jeffrey Epstein left something for you in his will😂
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No, I got a little lucky in life
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Good for you. Send some this way too.
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Will do my best
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Let me know when and I shall go buy my power ball😊😊
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🤣
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