Mourning
In Minnesota’s gray morning light,
In deadly ICE cold,
There stood a healer, gentle and bright,
Alex Pretti, a nurse of care, Who drew the breath back from despair.
He bore no weapon in his hand, Only truth he tried to stand,
A witness to hurt, A solace,
A shield for those Who found themselves where danger rose.
He filmed the scene, silently,
A phone in sight,in his right hand,
Nothing more but human right, To help the fallen from the ground,
To stand between them and the sound.
Just a mediator, for peace.
A push, a spray, confusion’s cry, He reached to help, he did not fly,
He was there for his friends,
Yet force descended, bodies pressed,
And violence answered hearts distressed.
They pinned him down,
he could not flee,
Yet shots rang out so mercilessly, so brutally.
Not once, not twice, but multiple fire— A life undone in unleashed ire.
No cause to kill,
no threat declared,
Only courage, love, and heart laid bare,
A nurse who cared, who stood to save,
Now mourned by those he could not stave.
And still we wonder at the cost Of lives cut short, of souls once lost,
When blood runs same through every vein,
How can such pain, such hate remain? in vain.
Not for reason,
not for reason’s sake,
But words of power that hearts can break,
Poisoned slogans in the wind,
The darkness from the right wing, the darkest president,
Make monsters where there were good men.
Alex, we grieve your quiet grace, Your spirit’s light no shot can erase,
May memory rise and voices claim: Compassion’s fire outlives the flame.
Dr. Nelson Kattikat
IMTM (I Mind The Mind)
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