All Are Punished! (A Poem about Dallas.)
Falling with the elegant grace of a dancer,
Splatters of crimson red spread in slow motion,
The deafening noise of gunshots continue in succession.
Confusion and panic erupt through mass hysteria,
As people race for cover.
Bodies plummet to the ground while dark liquid consumes their form and covers the pavement.
Fear on the faces of the innocents,
Disbelief and shock on a cluster of shapes running.
Black or white it doesn’t matter.
Nobody sees color in the crowd of figures trying to get to safety.
They are all afraid,
They are all in peril.
Citizens protesting in peace,
While officers rush to save the masses.
Yet, still the shots shriek out from unknown locations.
Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!! The shots blast!
Violence erupting from despair?
A conspiracy group trying to shift the blame?
Police risking uncertain death to protect citizens,
Who hesitate to trust men and women in uniform,
Until they see the compassion in their eyes.
A peaceful protest turned to devastation by weapons that NO civilian should ever possess.
Do we blame the government that allowed these killing machines to be purchased?
Do we blame our leaders or the actual weapons themselves?
What about the insane being who pulled the trigger?
Who do we blame?
WE BLAME THEM ALL!
It is a collective tragedy, we all bear some responsibility.
As The Bard wrote so long ago,
“ALL ARE PUNISHED! ALL ARE PUNISHED!”
We blame them ALL!