Words Hold Weight

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