A Crouching Stance

It was an outrage. 
The weaver on the 
loom was brutalized. 
 
A design was raped. 
The color screams, 
I want to live. 
 
Septicaemia spreads. 
Time to be ashamed, 
when your gut was removed. 
 
The salt hurts on 
the bitten lips. A 
genome falters. 
 
Let me try to define─ 
who we are; and 
where we are going.