People across the ocean weep for loss.
Medatation and time mixed with passive resistance bandage an open wound.
The bandage is taken off-they move on except now with the knowledge of caution.
This hope learned from the past is what keeps them going.
Here, people use water pistols filled with posion to deal with their unruly emotions.
They weep for themselves, for their loved ones.
Reason for writing:
This poem compares more peaceful cultures ways of dealing with loss compared to Chicago's ways. Here, they deal with loss by using anger and violence.
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