31/05

We wake with the news ringing in our ears

Sweaty hands from growing heat 

In a long-chilled land,

we sweat with unfamiliarity.

We wake with screams in our heads

In echoes pinging off buildings, 

Smoke and hazy mist rising

Shards of broken glass covering the ground

In a bed, the size of an ocean, wrapped in comfort

We can’t look away. 

The same pain, every day

A different form, a different shape

Suffered for far too long

The agony of violence unharmed. 

America, America

God shed his grace on thee.

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