We broke on the rocks
in your garden green
planted by those
who despised the scene

We spoke of the shame
Of the blame laid on you
for all the things
that these thieves do

They stole the honeysuckle
tender sweet
and with thorn drew
the blood from your feet

Grey is the sun
black is the sky
rain down tears
for our eyes are dry

But those who hope
for healing and change
hang on yet
just three more days

(November 13th, 2017)