This New World (Rough Draft)




It’s getting harder to change
the channel, turn away
from broken windows,
a police car engulfed in the scent
of gasoline,
and the aftermath of another protest
turned riot.

I am listening to a neighbor
tell me this violence is necessary,
and I’ve never seen her so angry…

I am the bystander
in the background listening
to noise from these new names,
the alt-right,
searching for peace and what it means

–Where can we find it,
Anyway? Is it at the barrel
of a gun,
in a Molotov cocktail,
on a graffitied wall,
or a long debate into
the early hours?
Because time is running out.
And we are running out of ideas.


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