Remembrance
It had started, simply enough with a fork
It was just a fork. What harm could it do?
Like a lone citizen standing in front of a tank
The soldier alone in his endeavor is silenced
But he is not forgotten
Or is he?
The populist outcry of injustices is stifled
Black, Yellow, Red
The Other
The knives of government are victorious,
Adding the utensils of the world to the fork
Are they remembered?
Three cups join in solidarity
They are silent, unmoving, constant
But as they gain their wants and wishes
They turn against each other
In a fervency of violence that consumes them
Will we remember?
A family of brown rimmed plates are condemned
Shuffled along, starved
The cry of a child, encamped; short-lived
Incoherently tousled together
Their lives have become dispensable
How will we remember?
The fork is no longer alone
The world’s victims have joined him
In the overflowing crimson dishwater
But the harm is still unseen,
Still repeated
When will we remember?
