The Cycle

If my words could be fashioned into a weapon,

I would write a poem for each of my brothers on the other side of the world as a means of self defence

against one false accusation to the next,

to the constant failure to pass an "innocent appearance" test 

due to the misreadings of an ill-literate society that have been preset

and extended to triggers that are pulled without an ounce of regret - but then;

it seems that words have been deemed irrelevant 

and all that exists in this reality 

are the faint sounds of sirens, gunshots and protest cries

that soon evaporate into memories,

condensing into injustice 

until precipitating into yet another life lost 

all while the guilty hide under an umbrella of privallge - the cycle continues.

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