Resent Stories

Because of the shooting rampage in Texas, someone I love and care about has to leave to go back into combat.  This is a poem about the murderer who's actions are making that so. ------------------------------------------ Because of You   Because of you He has to go. Because of you I cannot hold him. He has to leave The safety of my arms Because of you. Because of your deeds He may come to harm. Because of you My stomach i...