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.