Echoes of Violence and horror have me distraught
The formation of problems which I have given much aforethought
My lack of ability to stop this formation keeps me from sleep
That recursively makes me reluctant to eat
What to do when a union is falling apart,
Turn around and say this is God’s performance art?
We reap what we sow, I agree with that, sure
But on bad soil, what happens when we can reap no more?
© Luis Valencia