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Staring up at the sky

For the ten thousandth time

Always again from a different place.

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Tumultuous seas settle

Peaceful day under clear skies

Straight on till mornin’.

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Videos of police brutality

Shouting through tearful eyes

But no one seems to listen.
Terrorism here against them

Over there, against us

Everywhere, “them” and “us.”
“What happened to we?”

I ask our mother

Her response, a breeze.