Orem

Orem

They did not find God in outer space

nor in signs to be observed

nor here in our human hearts.

Then what is to be done

if skies, turned deaf and dumb

only watch as algorithms sum

our solitary gains

and aid a bullet’s aim.  O Charlie Kirk

the fox has holes, the birds a nest

but where to lay man's head to rest

for are we too, not weary?