Convinced that their democracy
Is the only democracy
My brethren fall heavily into the rubble
A reflection of my own clay,
A memory of our shared fire.
I miss the time when
They were called the creative people.
The kind people,
The smart ones.
Now they are resilient.
They are brave.
They are hopeful.
We forget so often that
They are also human.
We forget
And we keep forgetting.
And who’s fault is that?