We talk about the overtly biased media,
We talk about one people group’s uncivilized response to another’s barbaric action,
We talk about politicizing racial tension,
We talk about this leader’s comment versus that one,
We talk about justice. Ha.
But no one wants to talk about the larger issue.
It was a life.
They were all lives!
Lives with hopes and dreams and aspirations.
Lives that mothers loved and fathers cared for.
Lives that touched someone, somewhere.
Lives… like my brothers… like your son.
That should mean something.
But no, no one wants to comment on that.
We spend our breath talking about nothing.
~that’s life… in no particular order