safe cup of joeA Poem by keithinnocents hide ...safe cup of joe ![]() when the crimson dawn turns to s**t the shadow of death reaches far searching for the severed souls of innocents grim reaper harbinger of forever pains feasts upon the dead asking not for condiment asking not permissions memory is driven deep within those of survival the future is shredded as confetti for grand parade animated grief does nothing but confuse and frighten those still breathing i stir from restful sleep the banket pulled high on this clear crispy early spring morn one eyed cat demands food and attentive stroking people have died people have been hunted down like trophies unlimited i get to sit in the comfort and safety of my home the scales of civilization is tilted forever i drink my morning coffee innocents are dying innocents are being slaughtered i can sit and enjoy another cup of joe © 2022 keithReviews
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