A burning liquid washes away

all the horrors witnessed today.

What has become of an innocence

whom even our children have lost?

An amber liquid washes away,

reminders of the debts to pay.

What has wealth become now?

that nobody can grasp it?

We have become a nation of reapers

forcing our minds beneath the stone.

What has become of our preachers,

when children must not be left alone,

in the company of a man of God?

How hard is it to be missed

when your only contacts,

are found within a digital list?

Of these questions, one may glean,

unacceptable answers from sources unclean.

For in a story of one man,

who has failed at all he can,

one must realize that from the very bottom,

he can only look up.