Accidia
April 04, 2017
I witnessed
a murder
the other day
while sipping tea
staring blankly
out the window
I stood
up to stretch
catching
a glance
of the crime
scene
through
hazy smeared
glass
framed with mold black
I cupped my mug
gently
when they mobbed
the brown one
when they slammed her down
to the grease stained
sidewalk
taking turns
kicking and twisting
her body
For the tiniest moment
I wondered...
what was she doing here?
She does not belong here...
Did they attack her
because her kind
has destroyed
their homes
their families
taken the lives of their children
in the maw of her own beliefs?
Does that justify
the murderous actions?
Self preservation a serpant
swallowing its tale
I shrug
then turn away
to get more tea
Day 4
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Subtle, disturbing.
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