safe cup of joe

safe cup of joe

A Poem by keith
"

innocents hide ...

"
safe cup of joe





when the crimson dawn
turns to s**t
the shadow of death 
reaches far
searching for the severed souls 
of innocents

grim reaper
harbinger of forever pains
feasts upon the dead
asking not for condiment
asking not permissions

memory is driven deep
within those of survival
the future is shredded 
as confetti for grand parade

animated grief
does nothing but confuse
and frighten those
still breathing

i stir from restful sleep
the banket pulled high
on this clear crispy 
early spring morn

one eyed cat
demands food 
and 
attentive stroking

people have died 
people have been hunted down 
like trophies unlimited

i get to sit
in the comfort and safety
of my home

the scales of civilization 
is tilted forever

i drink my morning coffee
innocents are dying
innocents are being slaughtered

i can sit and enjoy
another cup of joe

© 2022 keith


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I hear you your words scream in my ear. When we were young I worked for a PD and my husband was a deputy for 21 years. Doing nothing is a hard pill to swallow while sipping my morning cup before the drive to work.


Posted 2 Years Ago


Only too aware that as some of us go about our everyday, probably moaning about insignificants, others are dying a violent death. They are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Could be any one of us. Thought provoking read keith.We live in a troubled world.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


keith

2 Years Ago

this may well be the most important moment ever!
i fear there is no peace to be had
ap.. read more
keith

2 Years Ago

my expectations of my fellow countrymen falls short for the celebration 'of the day' is
NO MA.. read more

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