Wonderfully Cruel
From the demure lullaby that plays while they die,
To the splendid enchantment of coarse, harsh news.
The sound of slaughter cascading in our ears,
A murmur, a grimace, a salty wet tear.
We reap from the sound of people being leached
Like a scab on our knees or a stinger on the bees.
The black raven that illuminates the sky,
Spreading the word for all to hear,
A shimmer of hope in the days that are near.
What a wonderful day when we're together again,
The world is cruel, the generosity unseen.

beautiful vs. ugly poem
by Madeline for WC
June 2013