Of Mice & Mockingbirds
The only words I have are someone else’s. But this is what has flashed through my mind, over and over again, since last night. My heart breaks a little bit for a small town in the Midwest… and for all of us, living in a world where this is considered justice.
“How could they do it, how could they?”
“I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it—seems that only children weep. Good night.”