to wake another day
Of the focused arrows
descending like rain
Irreverent of the lies
meant to waylay
Of spilled bloods'
deep red stain
Irreverent of the good and the bad
Of what cannot stand the light of day
Of what we do and do not have
Of the fate for whom we pray
This and everyday,
but never more irreverent
than today.
- Peter Riordan
March 7, 2011
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