"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.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a reflection in the wake of Charlottesville. It is a reflection on society and the part many have played in nurturing a culture of complacent denial and dismissal, which amounts to complicity. What can we all do to change and to never allow hate to win the day. Of course, one can never stop hatred or hateful people, but turning our backs and silencing our voices does not help, it hurts. These are just thoughts as I have reflected on my own silence and how silence is really not, and never has been, the right response.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
not only there is no mirror, but also, the politician provide blind to us, so that we could all go blind.
Yeah. I hear you. Thanks for your feedback.
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