A poem about the root problem. With audio.
More To Us Than Flesh And Bone
Beyond the limits of our shallow shell, we might see the truth.
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2 min readJun 8, 2020
How limited we have made ourselves
How shallow our blood runs
Repeated like a mantra that
it’s people, not their guns.
It’s baffling to see another man down in the road
Homicide recorded on the books in simple code.
The failure is systemic and it isn’t black or white.
The seed of ill dividing us also set up the fight.
Distracting with indignity, the wretched, violent few.
