Stop the Killing of LIttle Children Poem by David Michael Jackson

Here we are now
in the shadows

of truth, or

what we may think is the semblance of

love which is truth, or

beauty which is truth, or

peace which wants to be true

but we don’t seem to let it

carry us


So here we are in the

shadows waiting for the

warmth of summer’s truth,

waiting for our fellow man

to stop the killing of little