Now Age

While I write this,
under the blanket of night,
there is a child being robbed of
her God-given innocence.
 
While I write this,
in lax and unsupervised homes,
little minds are being shredded against
the glow of our common window.
 
While I write this,
behind the shield of musical noise,
a trembling teenager is crying
with fear over the choices ahead.
 
While I write this,
All over the world,
learned men and women argue over
who is to blame for the degradation of morality.
 
And while we argue,
in a hopeless home,
a weary old woman gives back her final breath
to a world that forgot her a long time ago.
 
 
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