Waiting Game
Time goes by
Yet every day feels exactly the same
Thousands of innocents tragically die
Time goes by
How many will never have the chance to say goodbye?
Who will rise to take the blame?
Time goes by
Yet every day feels exactly the same
Daily Prompt: “write a triolet. These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme.” From Na/GloPoWriMo