Innocent young girls were shot to death in their schoolhouse.
Innocent people have enemies they know not of.
America has enemies.
I am getting old.
I have accomplished nothing.
Chaos, turmoil, mediocrity.
Is there no saving grace?
The news will be on in the morning.
Tomorrow night, I fear,
I will again be sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was different Robin, I liked it. Always, Linda