None of This Matters
by Michael Doyle

None of this matters
Because none of this is real
Cloaked in our tatters
It's just another day in Hell

God's given insight
Into the battles we must fight
Scattered in the ashes of the night
We somehow hold onto the light

The waters run red with blood
With our souls mired in the mud
The blood bruises of yesterday
Are less cruel than the words some say

It's a different sense of understanding
When we take a stand against those demanding
More than anyone reasonable and good
With six degrees separated more than they should

It's an artistic travesty
Spiraled out across life's tapestry
Of what passed in life unguarded
We find pleas for mercy disregarded

(c) November 12, 2022  Michael Doyle
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