Ritual

Alone in virtual demise,
words swerving through scorched air,
demands of justice colliding
with pure fear, coerced
or otherwise.

Inclination be damned,
maybe the time for fierceness
has come and gone,
-too many dead,
too many still living –
shall we stand up to each other
as easily as we stand together
when it costs nothing?

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