People Problems

Acceptance?

       His almond-shaped chocolate eyes,
concentrated on the paintbrush.
Soft strokes, vertically and diagonally.
He alters this painting- crafting it carefully.

Sour words are heard nearby,
corrupting the harmony of classical notes.
The news- his sister had turned on the news.
Someone had been shot.

It is at this momemt,
Logan wished nothing more,
but to mute his TV.
Albeit it nonsensical.

He doesn't know the victims,
he is only aware of what is publicised.
How frustrating?
His blood was boiling.

How come he is unable to help?
These families of the injured and dead-
they suffer due to inaction.
They don't deserve this.

Acceptance? Is that what they expect?
For each and every child to accept-
the injustice in such a cruel world.
That's not simple, nor something humble.

Everyone is familiar correct?
The tense, gut-wretching feeling;
knowing you are useless, to something so unjust.
If only he had the power to soothe the next generation.
If he cannot accept this...
All he has is art- so he expressed everything.
Through the mere stroke, of a tinted worn-down brush.