Weekly Haiku 14



Rebel Martyrs

No silence for us;

Raise your angry voices loud

For all who’ve perished.



Be the change you want,

But do not wait to see it;

Speak out for justice.



The sky clouds again;

A gentle rain dampens all

and tickles my skin.


Great Plains

Endless, rolling plains;

How many lives to purchase

these mellow acres?



Stop me if you think

This isn’t in the spirit

Of proper haiku.



We gaze up at space

And see ourselves reflected;

We are all stardust.




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