so many dead
so easy to pretend they sleep
they feel no pain
suffer no longer
at the hands
of any reality
or any nightmare wrought
by human hands
but sleep they do not
for the sleeping do not howl
do not ask why
do not fill up the earth
with their bones
the sea with their ashes
what prayers
will reach
which god first
——
response to
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Nightmare
and the world as it is
Words and Feathers 
Unfortunately, so true. Very powerful.
Sobering, reflecting this world. (K)
You are on a roll! Where’s you inspiration coming from these past few days? Look what happens when I leave town for a few days, and I come back to an even more glorious you. What gives?!
Sadly, the world inspired this one. I don’t usually do world events or politics, but seriously. The world. Really? Put the monkeys in charge.
Yeah, well, the great poems are the ones that are relatable — regardless of whether they were inspired by politics or other tragedies. Superb writing.
A humanistic hymn, right there.
So sad, but so true. You have truly captured the moment. Love the last stanza, especially…