I read the news today
and cried silent tears
between the words that I wrote
about racism and spirituality.
I heard the president speak
saw him wipe tears from his eyes
and cried with him
for the newly-broken families.
I cried again and again,
tears full of a deep, deep sadness,
too personal, too heartfelt to share with another,
even when asked how I was.
I cried for the sadness,
I cried for the waste,
and I cried for your useless,
useless anger with all the wrong people.
In the end there are no words to be said.
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