a raging sea of white
frothing
contorted faces
from incomprehensible hate
to sadly real duplicity
arms thrust forward
capturing nothing
but their own

the lone voice
singled out by cruelty
brutalized
waves of time
the long arc of history
clinging in desperation
as humanity slips
and falls before our eyes

who owns the narrative
who wins the day
who will tell
the story

tired and aging
leadership of nothing
dying
far too slowly
from policing polluted policy
without context or consent
to riding the razor’s edge
on the blood of children

the shame remains
on us all

m(-_-)m

Peace/Love