Charles J. Ingerson


A moment, sir
allow me to ask
what evil to stir
found in this task?

(Unanswered quarries
hanging in the breeze
where death tarries
and excuses freeze.)

A moment, sir
allow me to ask
are people a cur
just this to grasp?

(Unanswered voices
deceived with dreams
given no other choices
only heard in screams.)

A moment, sir
is there any love
did this thing occur
hatred given a shove?

(Unanswered silence
children found so alone
none to give guidance
burning as the stone.)