However much I want to believe in the power of good
and however much I want to have faith and hold on to hope,
I see new evidence everyday of much that is wrong with the world.
Sometimes all one can do is to grieve and to pray that good prevails over evil…
The strong man sits in a bunker of greed
and roars words of sharp steel and gunpowder.
A baby wails her incomprehension
at why her father lies so still
wrapped in dauntless blue and yellow.
The mother cannot console her
through six feet of betrayed rubble.