I pledge to be the skeptic.
I have seen stories before storms
I have witnessed people’s thrashing.
As they try not to drown,
Pulling at everything they can reach.
Before anyone started paying attention.
When the terror finally infects another world,
Suddenly, it’s criminal,
Critical that we pick the scab.
Until it bleeds,
Again and again,
Never healing the injury
At the source.
I have learned that scabs
And I will not re-injure
In the name of justice
In a court room.
I will likely make the whole group.
Angry if I need to.