Tears

TEARS

Tears
for
them
run with angels.
They do not flood
our daily streets.
Yet they
crash and roar
all around the
hearts left
behind.

When will justice
arrive?
Where do their
legacies
rest?
When will it stop?

When we are
enlightened
and emboldened.
When we are
resolute
with the mission
to stand up
for what is right.
When we feel
those tears
as ours.

– Danny Whitty

This was originally posted on the Art of Autism’s 5th Annual Art & Poems for Peace Initiative.