Just another day crossing to the other side
Except that it was actually a metaphor this time
A day commuting on the streets like every other scene
Then silence deafens noise and now sorrow smothers scream
A day for new found cowardice, evil more than we know
A day for mass responses and a day to crown a hero
An afternoon of urgency and news of growing sadness
Clouding of uncertainty, relief of safe news gladness
We hear reports of ‘victims’ lost, the women and the men
Identify ourselves as one, as each is laid to rest
Again we find that what we have in common is much stronger
How we forget each time the gap between attacks grows longer
The pain is clear and writing here doesn’t make it less
But together we are strong and united we are best
We say that it won’t change us but that’s not how we all feel
It seems that we’re adjusting to a different kind of real.
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