After the Earthquake

Earthquake rattles bones
Feeling rounds of aftershocks
In pain and uncertainty
How to face revolvers of old,
Guns we call bigotry and hate.
Housing different sizes and grades
We deny their existence

Asleep.

They lie waiting for One
Trigger to set them off
A chosen merit of action
In their owners’ eyes
Deserving intensity of
Recognition less than
Scratching the head.

While ego lives
Their hazard hovers
Weapons in the mix
Emboldening terror
At the cost of lives
Once we select, accept,

And we forget. In our hands
We draw the line on
Their certitude
Their power to define.

For after the earthquake
Makes its statement
New blooms arise
Through the rubble.

A genesis of sage souls.

©2017 C.I.Mues

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