They look like all of us,
do you ever wonder when the dust settles
if they feel the same way as you
when their loss becomes real.
Victims of violence
those directly in the face of pain
but more indirectly
the family, brother, sister, cousin, aunt, friend, colleague
They all eventually will look like you and me.
I watched a grown man cry today
and I wondered if there might be someone so callous
to judge his pain
having not yet endured the loss he experienced
today, right now, at this very moment, in the instance
our reality becomes whether our order is ready
his state of mind is only about
WHY? WHY! WHY?
When does it become close enough to
that which creates our personal need
when do we recognize that our lives
are so fragile that the television commentary
will one day enter our living room
yes, that sanctity, that venue that no one crosses.
How long will we hide behind a news story before
we act upon the perils that permeate their lives;
victims of violence.
How long indeed?
I found your writing to be both challenging and thought provoking which in my opinion is always a good thing. We need to ask these hard questions of life, we need to get to the root of our decision to see but remain blind, to hear yet remain deaf. We need to participate and connect with all aspects of life not just change the channel every time things make us feel uncomfortable.
Thank you for sharing, keep raising your voice 🙂
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Thanks so much for your commentary 🙂
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You are most welcome, thank you for sharing what isn’t an easy subject to share.
God bless you lots 🙂
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The passion in this poem can inspire people to take action against violence. I hope it gets widely read!
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Thank you so much – I really appreciate your support. I am happy this venue can receive such response. 🙂
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