Where do We go from here?

I still smile, yet the sense of any humor seems dull.

Tears don’t fall, yet they well up in my heart.

After ten seven went from being a score in a game to the beginning of loss, I can’t shake this darkness which has descended.

A plague of hatred has become all the rage these days, just like those days before.

Red hats, black hats, keffiyehs and halos each carry a judgemental spirit which only knows how to condemn.

A man of peace only searching for his piece of a statue in his image. Men from the devil’s seed hunting sleeping children and desecrating the sacred.

Where do we go from here?

If a time can heal all wounds, why does my hand shake when I see them running?

A world spinning upside down, right is left and left is wrong? Then what is right?

We must remember to never forget.

Where do we go from here?