Sunday morning stirs

anxious people from their beds,

wondering: “What now?”

This news junkie must shut off the spigot. The news is broken. The news is worse than any nightmare that taps into me at night. I never dreamed the Never Again would be welcomed back like the school billy of our childhood. We thought we were done with you. We thought you understood you were wrong.

We were wrong.

You think you will stomp us into complacency. You think you’re better than us. Your hate is toxic.

Don’t drink from that well. We are smart. We know what you’re doing. What you’re trying to do.

Resist. In fact, your offense is offensive.

Nobody puts this baby in the corner.