Sound of children crying pierces the soul,
haunts liminal space between then and now,
forces fulmination to the forefront.
We have become a nation divided, numbed by
the chaos effect of multiple daily crises, bullied
like battered wife who accepts this is her lot in life.
Pay attention now or the cost drives up further.
Search for what's left of respect, oratory art
reduced to ort amid confluence of contradiction.
We act like children and this evolves into irony,
seeing friends turn enemies in ad hominem attacks.
That sound of children crying is amplified
by tears of regret, confusion and rage,
a crying jag historic in proportion
for change, before all hope is erased.