When we don't know

I watch the racoon

make its way wobbly

across the road

People give it girth

afraid it might be disease struck

when it passes I see

it is hurt

skin and fur on its shoulder blades

is missing

and there is blood

This is what happens

when people are afraid of something

This poem is about: 
Our world

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