This one goes out to everyone who has ever used a tragedy to further their own agenda – and I don’t care what sort of agenda that is, whether it’s heinous or noble, whether I’d support it myself or not. It’s a despicable practice no matter which side of the aisle you’re sitting on.
The end does not justify the means.
saddle your high horse
straight over the backs of yet another fifty dead
it will be smooth
cushioned by hot air
exhaust of your self-righteous breath
you’ll fly so high
you’ll never see
you’ll never smell
you’ll never feel
you’ll never hear
of yet another mother’s breaking heart
Beautiful Poem x
thank you ❤