like a doe in a castle I live a
protected life. no gunmen walk
my streets, or terrorize my
neighborhood, food is there
anytime I need, and health care.
so why do crazed people now
shoot guns in movie theaters
and normal looking transients
bomb busses, or suicide, as if
it was just another ways to protest.
changed hearts are what we need
said the man on the radio as a
throw away line. I don’t know how
you do that, he said,
and moved on.
the doe sits semi innocently within
the castle walls forgetting that it
too has had to be redeemed.
from anger, pain, disillusionment