ON THE WINGS OF PRAYER I look out the window Enjoying the peace and quiet The day has brought The beauty of my surroundings And the peace of mind it brings Then reality is shattered I turn on the television Victims everywhere Innocent children Some have lost their lives Some their parents Some lose a limb I sit and wonder What is it like To never play outside To never color with crayons Dance in the rain Hang upside down in a tree Wrestle with your sibling Thoughts like these Seem so simple to us Something we take for granted These things which seem small to us Are not to these children The ones who sit in fear Hide in the corner Fall asleep to sound Instead of silence Sounds of gunfire, soldiers, fear The children who sit away In distant lands Dreaming of hope Longing for peace And living On the wings of prayer
MODERN TRAGEDYA moment in time Violence carries the children The young hold guns The old turn in fear Children kill one another Schools burn Educators are silenced Gangs rule Innocence is lost Anger is placed Disobedience is rampant Respect is gone Love is no longer smitten A world where kindness dwelled Is now harbored by rage
I am 29 years old and live in Austin, Texas withmyPit Bull terrier Dexter and my two land turtles George and Flower. My given name is Krystina, but everyone calls me Krys. I have beenwriting off and on most of my life. I just started to take it more seriouslyin the last couple of years. I am completing my first and second chapbooks,which will be out soon, and have started work on my third. Leashed / Barbie's Dead
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