Voices in the Dark
Voices in the Dark
"Here we are, hands round each other’s throats."
“You’re wrong.” —“No, I’m right.”
"Right back at you" — "to death I’ll fight."
“My God is true; yours is false and blue.”
“I know the law.” — “No, you know how to hate.”
"My guns. My rights. My children. My name."
"My nation. My rights." — " God’s garden once bright."
“God? You pagan beast.” — “His children; even you.”
Hate grows. The light dims.
Shots ring out.
Anguish screams, then whimpers.
So dark.