Where does the love go
When a child goes astray
So far from the path of love
Love’s light is a deep shade of gray

Where does the meanness come
So much anger deep inside
A mother’s love could not help
Her tears have all been cried

Death surrounds the child
Like a blanket, close and warm
He uses it, so he claims
To keep safe from harm

And when the blanket closes
Takes his own life away
The world it may celebrate
On that very day

But though his absence
May be a good and just thing
It is a sad melody
That we should only sing

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I am making a reference here, subtle or otherwise, to the death of Osama bin Laden.  I am happy he is dead, but I do not celebrate it.  It shames me to be happy, for although he was, by the definition of many, evil, he was still human.

 

Enough for this week.  See you Monday.