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Understanding

I never really understood
The way you care for me.
How you could send a son so good
To pay my penalty.
How you could sit and watch him die
When I just walked away,
Through crowds all yelling “crucify”,
Whose debt he was to pay.
I never really understood
How he could be so brave.
To die upon a…

Writing

Reflections of the Past

As I walked one winter’s day
I stopped to watch a child play,
Not worried by the wind and rain.
Sheltered by the shield of a tree,
I was walking down memory lane,
Remembering how I used to be;
As I walked one winter’s day.

As he played one winter’s day
The clouds to him seemed far away.
He…

Writing

Dunblane

All the children remain silent.
Their world, freshly shattered,
By the bullets of a madman,
And hate they did not know.
All the adults remain speechless.
Their theories, all fractured,
By this senseless act of murder,
And hate that will now grow.
All the analysts are busy.
Their answers never cease,
To the question in the paper,
The haunting question “Why?”
All…