~*~Hate Comes to Campus~*~

Prove me Wrong…
A debate in good faith
with a young man of faith —
unabashedly so.  
Hate proved him right.

They gathered to argue —
                     Agree —
              Learn — 
       Teach —
Except for one.
Hate came to silence it all.    

Its ideology whistled
through the charged air,
tore through the neck —
       Of a kind man —
              A husband —
                     A father — 
A forever hopeful who held love for all.  
His respect for others did not stop
at opposing beliefs.    

Hate etched its intentions on bullets — 
(hey, fascist, catch!) — 
Its voice exploded in a red waterfall.

His little girl ran to him
as life left his body.  
She sought comfort — reassurance —
not knowing her world was changed.  

His views were not mine.
His words were not mine.
But death is nonpartisan.  
Grief does not ask how you vote.

We mourn in fragments and forums, 
in soundbites and silence.
We mourn because
Hate came to campus, 
and it never left.

Author: Cari R Esta

Hmm. What can I tell you about me? Rather, what do I think you should see? My eyes are green, my skin is fair. I have an abundance of auburn hair. I like to write and I love to think. I adore all animals and the color pink. I have six pets and a husband, too. I'm earning my BA in English at SNHU. I write about whatever comes to mind. And I'll read any book that I can find. I shared quite a bit, but what can I say? Thank you for reading, and have a great day! View all posts by Cari R Esta