Has the word "massacre" become our middle name?
It sounds insane.
The headlines of hate spew hotly, freely from a semiautomatic clip;
a spiral trip.
A bomber today, a bullet tomorrow
adds to the men of constant sorrow.
Our skin color, our God, our political bent no longer free;
we are all targets of opportunity.
All of us.
Our point of reference remains ourselves, to reach the roof,
both capable – and incapable – of peace.
We share the same blood, our global humanity,
and yet, we can't seem to find
Keep striving, the burning fever must break soon.