Tip-toeing through bullets

Home is one's castle, they say

But castles are known for their walls

To keep the invaders out

American castles - homes they are called

Keep their occupants in.

Bullets pass through walls

And flesh

And bones

And hearts and minds.

They maim

And murder

And destroy thoughts and reason and morality and society...

I heard the shots at the station that day

While sitting in my castle.

The killmonger killed

The politicians politicked

The cops copped

And nothing changed, as it never does.

I left my castle

And went for a walk.