two nightmares, r and g
both alike in their utter lack of dignity
in a well-known land
where there are too many such scenes
and that’s where it ends
since there is neither rhyme nor reason
to this violence
this continuous cruelty
so organised, so repetitive
it has become the unthinkable:
commonplace, everyday
predictable
just another news reel.
how is it that death walks the land
with such impunity
and we still think we’re at peace?
we document the seas of tears
we tape the cries of anguish, terror and disbelief
and yet
eyes turn blind
ears tone-deaf
and words are written, spoken
stating repeatedly
‘yes, but’
‘not all of us’
‘not me’.
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