The easiest task imaginable,
Denounce hatred and violence.
He sees things through a filter
Of pain, detachment, habit, privilege.
His father’s voice reverberating
In his head, muttering atrocities.
There will be no healing today,
Nor perhaps ever.
On sordid display, a flailing child,
Tantrum in full progress.
People of conscience
Rising to fill the void.
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