small man full of fear
fast gun — eleven dead
is a number you can grasp
sort of — not like six million
or fifty-eight thousand or twenty million
a single death hurts badly
how can more deaths hurt less?
today’s story is Jews dead
white man — white men — alive
what part of me is a white man?
history, his story
cannot be our story
take their voices, take their guns
send them away for the rest of time
Beckett knew — game over
the struggle though is not over
we must be as King, as Gandhi
one march, one sit-in, long wait
generations of non-violence
no more testosterone
if men, then men without balls
rose without thorns
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