There is a true fear,
a throbbing ache,
that I hear clear
in my inner ear,
a pounding
sounding
trouble.
The drum beats
racism,
sexism,
xenophobia,
homophobia,
and transphobia.
But in the
presence of patterns
I’ve seen so many times
I become numb.
I am not surprised.
The tears only
wet my eyes
when I spy
good guys
painting over the lies
with peace
chanting
to all,
“Be calm,
because you are loved
and no matter what
we walk with you.”
The drum beats still sound
but my numbness fades
with the rise of hope
for more humane days.
Cause like those loving hearts
I too am with all of you.