We the Indignant

We have come undone
arriving at the front porch
of our only home
with blood on our primate palms
hemorrhaging shame.

We have arrived
utterly inhuman
on the living room rug
dripping in our
sweet as piss pride
debased, foul with stench
barely alive.

We are foreigners
to our own selves.
Alien to God
to love
to each other.
Blinded ignorant
foolishly unrepentant.

Our sons
are still being slaughtered
without provocation
bleeding Free-
staining pavement
while we sleep.

Wake up!
Take up the slack
we have all let grow, demand
-No More!

No Woman-
No Man-
No Human-
to beat your devil into.

No body
white or
to bruise, bully
invite to his own murder.

Only justice will carry
our battle through
this, our darkened night
to a homecoming
we are begging for.

No rest until then.
No home for anyone
until we all have refuge.

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