I’ve taken to this chair
my back pressed in and warm
as the evening news brings
no good news into my home.
On the surface all seems right
and good the life we live,
but murder and unspoken acts
take place and we can’t help
but fear. Why does murder happen
in all its forms,
one soul astride another
til the very life is gone?
My want is peace and safety
and I puzzle events that
brought us here.
Should I just turn the power “off”
so I don’t see? Or is this
cowardice, if I should choose to
turn the other way,
and not suffer the outrage?
This plangent outcry in my core ,
is aching remorse
for all of us.
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