Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #516

Words:  name, out, conduct, miles, rise, shimmering, close,
        stories, grin, sin, wind, cream


Stories of rising crime
stain our country for
miles, wind down our 
hopefulness like a
stopped clock.  Tick-tock.
Who was attacked today?
Who committed sinful
acts of hatred, racism?
Out-of-control violence
conducts the orchestra
with a whip.  Name 
a state that remains
untouched, pure as
white whipped cream.
You cannot close
the door on rising
crime.  It shimmers
close to the surface 
skin of those whose
rage can no longer
be contained.  They
are out there.  They
are not grinning foolish
pranksters.  They are 
simply grim.

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