A different Kind of Tornado.

Swirling, twisting, snarling

It destroyed more than steeples.
This tornado blew in

and

with words not wind
dismantled hope and any pretense of unity.

Shards of it lay on the ground
miles away.

And while we're fighting about

what
who
where
why

a four year old hunkers down for the night with

no bed
no food
no hope.

Please stop with your word tornadoes.