flutter in the sparkling sky.
Peels of laughter
dance with the breeze.
Twisting and turning
until a twang cuts through the melodious chords.
Silver and copper splinter the glee as
shrieks morph to silence.
Merlot drapes scuffed tiles
and hole-blasted walls.
Screens flicker assumptions, accusations, assertions
while souls wander bewildered and abused.
An affront, the accost, few can make sense of.
Lips stutter for aide,
for hope, as nations go mad and the earth lays beaten, asunder.