Words Hold Weight
by Carmen H Gray
It is not a mass shooting
It is the actualization
Of a collective sickness
The manifestation
Of people as expendable objects
We see cast offs in the gutters
While we pretend to be perplexed
Everywhere we try not to look
Validated by the child immigrant
Her body unwillingly overtook
Because of the ceaseless demand
Of hatred
Where pain is in command
Where greed rules
It is not a mass shooting
When blood pools
It is a massive tumor
In all of us
A malignant consumer
What exceeds the speed of light?
Only
Love’s elusive flight
Monarca Rising 
Beautiful words Carmen. Very meaningful. and so sad.
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