We wait in the waiting room
Where the fish in the tank have a tired look
Weary of the glass house they live within
Unable to tap their tormentors back
A puppy comes to visit and fingers stroke and pet
Before going into people’s mouths while clad in rubber
The TV spills cloying tones of childhood drama
Before piping laughter makes it all right
On this Juneteenth we wait and wait
Thinking of a pregnant mother shot holding a knife
Cut down before her children
And where and how long they may wait to hear
Their own laughter again
And who will tell them why their mother died
While killers walk free
After the world watched them slay
We’ll wait and wait and wait
In our glass houses

©Heather Coldstream

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