Aftermath

The mourners gathered at the wake

like all monochrome half-mast poles,

some still wave torn banners for victim’s sake -

And yet some protest and cry at the foot of a wreath

and the chameleons come creeping from their holes:

to debate the icy tip and

to ignore the mountains underneath -

Where we remain divided and insist to be

united in grief.

'There will come a day when we will all stand together and gaze upon the aftermath of our indifference, our ignorance and how color killed kindness across the world.'