black and white and red all over
crime
the mind reels
turns somersaults
comes and goes
in swirls and cycles
nowhere to rest
no harbor safe
except perhaps
in blessings counted
even there
no peace for those
who know no peace
blood is shed this is real
and poetry does it matter more
or less
Poetry by jim
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