when they bring us in
and seat us in the
interrogation room, and
begin to question us about
why we allowed children
to go hungry each night
while our garbage bins
reeked of thrown out food,
why we refused to demand
that those who want to open
up homeless shelters in winter
be given the same incentives
as the developers building
million-dollar gated communities,
or why we simply choose
to remain silent instead
of confronting bullies, we
simply wring our hands
under the table protesting
our innocence, while
you weep behind the
one-way window into our
souls.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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