Today

It's the Sunday go to meetin',

a right we all have (I think);

we have other rights, too, don't we?

I vaguely remember something

about due process...

I'm having coffee in the safety of my home,

but isn't it true that no one is safe?

I'm thinking I can't wear my heart

on my sleeve anymore.

Would that brand me as dangerous?

How about you? 

Where is your heart?

Closed for the holidays and then some?

We can still care, right? 

For all to see Hope.

See it! Feel it!

HOPE.

And where is that bastard

who murdered Renee Nicole Good?