Crossfire

From the safety of distance
I struggle to understand
Something of what motivates
The violence of Man,
The drive to make a statement
By the seizing of lives,
The violating of childhood,
The raping of wives,
While we in our armchairs
Can watch the scenes unfold
In Technicolor real-time
And Helvetica (bold).
It’s hard to imagine how grieving feels
When wrought upon community,
Each man, woman, child,
Cut so very deeply
With something so invisible.
The carving of a space
Where once there was a life.
The shattering of souls
Among those who survived.
Words are not enough
For such pain without warning.
Loss.
Sadness.
Anguish.
Anger.
Grief.
Sorrow.
Mourning.

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-36768096

http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/people-us-gather-protest-recent-police-shootings-40506283

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2016/07/11/illinois-police-chief-asks-calm-after-latest-shooting/86937032/

http://timelines.latimes.com/deadliest-shooting-rampages/

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