Shadowy figures dance amongst my wall.
Dark shrieking and hellish laugher parade inside my ears.
Death is only the beginning, it is not the end?
Where will we go when there is no more? No more killing? No more rape? No more suffering? No more pain? No more hunger? No more genocide? No more revenge? No more Katrina? No more families turning against each other?
No…More...Love? Love, how ironic!
Where will our hate go? Our hate for love? Our hate for life? Our hate for better? Our hate for equality? Our hate for justice? Our hate for the future?
Where will our anger go? Our anger for loving ourselves? Our anger against color? Our anger towards others?
Is there hope for the good? Where will the good go?
Endless wonder, Is that all that’s left to do?
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