INCENDIARY
ART (After Guardian)
when
hatred prevails;---
On the long day, a gunshot, sudden
triggered
from his tutored instrument,
shed his blood
and body motionless,
a stupefaction for all surrounding;
why this long query, why this angry mob,
why some nonchalant, why this quandary,
she questions herself at the altar of Church,
not only for her, for many a passerby,
this moment not trivial, but, crucial
for a
life gone, identity unclaimed,
what for some question inwardly,
some continue to argue, unanswered;
vans and school children pass,
until cops come, his blood frozen,
like the minds of many, not pondering,
still lingering in their own moods;
what matters for you and me
witnessing there for a while,
not
color, nor black or white,
if
rich or have-nots, what matters most,
which is lacking, which is wanting,
the
humane sense, human consciousness,
human
sense of care and only mutual care.
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