A poem for Orlando

Hopeful words once dominated the tresses of my mind
but hatred wedged its way between the crevices of joy and the shadows of doubt.
And as a windbag spewed putrid words of nonsensical explanation
the cries of hundreds flew to the skies to shine a light on the fears and unsteady footing of an entire nation.
I offered nothing but myself and my meager condolences to those who mourned;
I offered nothing but sympathy for suffering and a shoulder for crying.
The world today made me doubt my conviction that good is good and hatred will fail in the end,
But just as I believed in the evil of man
and the toxicity of ignorance
I believed in the purity of love
and the pervasiveness of truth.


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