Common Grit
Your fallen black body,
Supernova.
Because you walked out in anger,
Quietened your fear with weapons,
And braved foolish consequences.
The dust on your eyelids,
Each speck the death of many,
Because we did not listen,
And you talked too loud.
Did common sense tell you to walk those streets so proudly?
Coffee stains on both sides,
An we teeter on the rim,
Buildling a black hole,
Where opportunity should stand?
And these brown waters are our Earth,
To distill to their basic components.
Bean for bean, and drop for drop,
Dust for the thirsty.
There is no science that says,
Your guns will stop the boiling river flowing,
Only the breath of life lingers on the surface,
So we might cool our minds,
And pray for harmony.
Evinar Poet's Guild
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