19
Whose juice
The world will never
Taste
19 reducedby official faux pas
To phytoplasmic
Paste
19 mysteries
They will never
Be named
19
Whose parents must still
Cope with the
Shame even more than
Grief
For these lives were not even
Brief
Between this world and
the Cosmos
Suspended
19 little lumps
of phlegm
What place of rest
For them
Now disposed of like old
Syringes
While hacks and
Enjoy the usual binges
Flying there and
Here to make speeches and
Present papers
While some of us still
Choking
On the vapors
The essences of
These 19
Robbed of their
Immunity and stripped
of their
Humanity
And I'm not sure what's
The greater insanity:
That it happened or that
So many are wont
To let it slide
Right off the media
Front lines
"Get over it! This happens
all the time!"
The comfortable talk of
The jaded and truly
Confused of excuses and causes and numbers and policies there are many but tell truth how would you feel if you ever lost
Any
Of your berries?
The blacker the berry, the sooner. It's crushed
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