Naught

All I learned Today

Blood’s thicker than Truth

I unsettle You

If my thumb’s broken, it was not for Naught

Kids will find their Fun

Joy lives ‘longside Pain

Victims don’t live Here

Hats

Ev’ry step a mystery

Sometimes not the pretty type, but just a bloody mess

We each walk the same road, trying our utmost

And whether witness, victim, detective or criminal

We’re left watching, or seeking retribution, a solution or redemption

Hoping

Oft’ to no avail