No Victims


Murders
Deaths
And graves

It’s been the same
Since time began
Since the school-bell rang

There are no victims
There is no release
He is a boy
Clasping a piece

He is the knife
He is the gun
He is the child
Racing the sun

Our race fails
To deal with anger
Overspilling
Anger

There are no victims
There is no sense
In the senseless
Wielding of power

These are not names in print
These are not others
These are our lives

Husbands
Friends
Brothers
Lovers
Sisters
Colleagues
Wives

There are no victims
Of the blade
Only murders
Deaths
And graves.


© Martin Slidel 2018
Photograph © Martin Slidel 2018




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