by Sean Dempsey When the shots were quiet and the dust was blown…When last all my innocence I’d outgrown—When I’d fought and killed, hands stained red,The last one standing, or so they said— I rose and looked around the Killing FieldWhere no broken soul was ever healed.And I yearned to find someone to hate;I sought […]
by Sean Dempsey, 4/12/22 Ignorance is the soil, and propaganda the manure required to seed a Forest of Lies. Those who live in the woods and feed off the fruits of this forest are impervious to all manners of Truth—even when revealed to them, they retreat to the putrid shade of the canopy and cower […]
