Why

 

as I see more news

from the US

and around the world—

 

the shootings, the bombings, the violence—

am I coming to a point where

something fatalistic in me

 

whispers, “Well, there’s another one.

How long until something else,

something

 

just as tragic or worse?”

I want to be broken, righteously

angry, ready to rattle the world,

 

but numbness is setting in.

Like shock, from blood

loss, from wounds too deep to

 

patch, paste over, medicate

and forget.

Fellow human beings,

 

can we please change

something, everything,

before we all become

 

dead inside or simply dead?

 

 

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