Tonight

Behold, the battered pieces of straw

  flitting about the queen city sky

The languid confetti of mobs and klans

  tugging their own children backward.

Hark, the echoes of sadness and sorrow

  filling her in, passing them by

The yesterdays she wishes they'd had

  will be for our children tomorrow.

--korywilcox // www.korywilcox.com