Think on this.
Stars
(A poem by me, sjhuber, originally part of a poetry assignment way back in 9th grade-- please do not share without asking me permission first)
It’s hard to think of violence when you are on a blanket under the stars.
Your head is full of happiness and your stomach is full of roasted marshmallows.
The stars flicker up above and that is all your sugar-coated mind cares to follow.
But, think.
Who else is looking up at the same stars?
Who else sees them flicker?
Who else sees them flicker?
Who else sees them dance?
Is her mind caramelized or are her thoughts sinking into pits of waste?
Is her stomach satisfied or is it hollow?
Is she with loved ones or is she watching her loved ones being taken away?
Think while on a blanket under the stars.
Even though the calming embers of the fire spread warmth,
Not everyone feels the warmth, instead some may be charred.
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