I am lost for words

struck down by heavy hand on street

floored with the daze of disbelief

that hate

hurt and insult

become so common place

that anger at our differences

in mind and body break

and set us each apart

with shout

with chant

with bitterness

lay bare the danger of this day

let my fight and strength be more than fear and pain can crush

more than threat, enmity or rage

with kindness quell the brute

disarm

with love expel

. . .

A fervent call to use all peaceful force against cruel and oppressive rule and the words of hate and insult...

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2022

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