it took 24 hours for Baghdad, Beirut, Kagoshima, Cuixmala and Paris to all fall in drought. and hundreds of places are still battered, neglected and in constant clout.
we've held space for few compared to the millions left outside doors slammed shut. the sad part is we all know what it's like to be cut.
but we make exceptions forgetting blood pooled within borders can't stay contained. it clots, seeps into crevices leaving stains and scars that remain.
under the microscope: the attacker and refugee, the culprit and victim are streaming down the same veins. running to and from the same chains.
tearing up the world with trivial definitions in dispute. a sick high on becoming humanity's loots.
move on by emptying one bag after another to dilute the drain. forget that we've been here too many times before accumulating pain.
and it won't stop until each 'man' remembers that Hu(e) and Kind are 'his' first and last name.
