complicit

i want to do something

about all this.

i want to be a part of the change

that needs to happen.

i want to walk away from my job,

as much as i love it,

and devote my life to

doing something

about all this.

i want to sleep on the ground

in washington.

i want to wake up next to you,

pour you a cup of coffee,

then hold your hand

and march.

i want to stand there,

proud.

not saying a word.

holding my fist in the air.

not leaving when they

tell me to.

i want them to kick my ass

because i wouldn’t listen.

because i was doing something

about all this.

i want to share a tent with

strangers.

i want to meet all the ones

like me.

normal people

who want to do something

about all this.

i want to stand with millions

on the capitol steps.

i want to never leave until

something has been done

about all this.

months and months like that.

living like slobs, and

wholly indecent people.

 

but i can’t walk away

from this.

i have a job.

they provide insurance.

i’ve got student loans.

 

if our credit rating

gets trashed, we won’t

ever own a home.

and maybe a baby will

find us someday soon.

i’ll have to work.

plus,

our house is comfortable.

and it might be cold in

washington.

the strangers might

smell bad,

or steal,

or kill me.

when i’m doing something

about all that.

 

i can’t risk it.

tonight i’m going to

eat at a real cool spot.

it’s a trendy banh-mi place

with green-haired cashiers.

i’m not afraid of them

because they’re kindly

taking my money.

 

we get along as we

share a moment

in exchange for getting

what we each want.

 

i will keep reading the news,

though.

hopefully someone does something

about all this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“our nation mourns”

“whoever carried out these despicable acts”

“we are resillient”

“heinous and cowardly”

“thoughts and prayers”

“mourners gathered at a candlelight vigil”

“first responders speak”

“you go home and hug your kids”

“like nothing i’ve ever seen”

“an all too familiar scene”

“the 911 call”

“shots rang out in the quiet town of”

“america is great because americans are strong”

“i thought, ‘oh my god. i’m gonna die.'”

“it started out like any other day.”

“i could just tell that she was gone and was never coming back”

“it sounded like firecrackers”

“i got down and i prayed and prayed”

“bells rang out; a sombre reminder of”

“there was blood everywhere”

“there was blood everywhere”

“there was blood everywhere”

“there was blood everywhere”