Don'T Shoot the Messenger

Don’t shoot when you see a coffee-coated vessel Imbued with historical cattle-prodding, showcasing a collective consciousness trampled Into submission by years of crocodile tears and homestead domestication. Don’t shoot when your glass house is pelted by pellets of retribution, Champagne corks long-overdue, and representation worthwhile. Don’t shoot when you see me or we absorb the scars Of our mothers and fathers And make joyful noise One pellet at a time. Don’t shoot the messenger.