Again.
Another bloody body
another child dying while

doing the unthinkable
eating food, going home,
eyes meeting impatient suspicion.

A foal’s folly
but great herds require young
colts. Hashtag memorials meld misery and knowing

into action. They were,
just kids—playing, sleeping, walking—who
knew the koan: What’s my

life worth?
Lived everyday in its shadow.
Maintained, sustained, then attained

Neither peace nor relief.
One plus one plus one more
Prayer doesn’t help anyone

Quests for forgiveness quell guilt,
request loved ones rush through grieving while
remaining silent and tired.

So tired of untruth.
So tired of vigilantes.
So tired of wrongful deaths.

So tired of xenophobes.
So tired of your acceptance.
So tired