Don't Ask Me to Mourn What isn't Unfortunate
I'm watching an unarmed immigrant
Father of two lose his life on the streets
Of Chicago. I'm watching a boat in
The open ocean, passengers unknown,
Carge the same, destroyed by Navy
Jets. I'm watching peoples' lives
Be ruined if they won't spout the party
Line, and, like everyone else, I'm watching
The killers, the dispossessers of millions, killing
Tens of thousands more. Now, you want me to
Mourn the murder of someone who spoke in favor
Of all of these things? That's not something I'm Willing to do. Instead, I'll wait with the others Who've suffered to cheer when any of his allies
Dies.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-09-16 at 01:34



