Ambition

I opened my phone with the intent to scroll

To waste my mind away

But every video took a bigger mental toll

Every video was telling me to pray

To pray for the man who died on a stage

For his family and for his mission

Telling me that we can’t just turn a page

Because this affects future ambition

The ambition of my generation

Of who I become and who my neighbor is

The videos told me to pray for this nation

For the twenty-fourth anniversary of what is missed

Two towers falling down 

Lost like so many a soul

It’s hard to hear above the sound

The gun shots of which I’m told

That’s only the beginning of a fallen nation

Are we God’s chosen people

Or are we our own alien invasion

Because even standing on my tall steeple

I don’t see much hope for future generations

-Kayla Rose