49 Pulses

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49 pulses
Damn, I never wanted
To have to write that line
Again

With white supremacy
Running rampant
We cannot win

Bullets entering a house
Of worship
The place where people
Feel both safe and vulnerable

Hollow tips
Ripping through flesh
Ripping through families
Breaking both bodies
And hearts

Who made you the judge
Of who gets to live
Or die?

49 pulses
Stopped
49 lives
Stolen
And the number climbs
50…51

49..50…51
And many more
Went to pray
And didn’t get to walk out
That’s all my mind
Can think about