\"They came to protest hate.\"
Words scrawled out in chalk
And marking the scene
Where the devil had his day.
Lost in a sea of complacency,
We drift along pointing out
Across the darkened way
Toward beastly extremities.
Like quick sand and cement,
We are set in place
And sink further down
Into the abyss of blame.
In a house with no mirrors
It\'s hard to see
The all of the dirt
Stuck to our own faces.