By Sarah Baum (’18)
We all are cold, lost, and alone
In this dark, dang’rous place.
Where disasters and murder
Will end the human race.
The world has been turned upside down;
At the hands of bloody palms.
Each day babies are babbling,
Rather than crying for their moms.
Yet people, they’re not wailing,
Though tragedies do fall.
Our morals, they are failing;
We no longer care at all.
The mother and the father
Aren’t upset by the news.
The doctors are not bothered;
By the impacts of the flu.
We all are not alone
And this place is filled with light.
But we no longer have tears to shed;
Bloody palms have lost the fight.
The Speakeasy Magazine 