Shiva for the Broken

I wouldn’t call it the scene of a crime,
But some things happened there
That cannot be undone.
Lives were derailed,
And dreams run out of time.
We fool ourselves even now,
Because to face the truth
Is to accept a share of the blame
For the blood and misery
And the darkness on your brow.
We yearn for release, to be free
From a fate we richly deserve.
History’s bold lessons that we clearly
Didn’t learn, bear down on our heads.
A shroud over the mirror for all to see.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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