the "broken" cup

I woke up to the news of a loss, a life taken, shot and silenced. A shocker but this is not a first of its kind, and it will most likely not be the last as human history moves on. This incident has happened many miles away from my home. But, even in my own homeland the barrel has spoken on many occasions and has silenced voices that dared to rise above their own interest and seek the good of others, voices that did not intersect with the standard opinions; not listened to, but silenced as the barrel spoke This incident has set in motion various responses. From grief and horror, to celebration, ridicule and mockery. The latter responses are the ones that have left me shaken and angry How infuriatingly quick we are to celebrate death in our prejudice! How foolishly bold we are to bid good riddance rather than see the crime? Why? Just because our thoughts did not meet? Free expression, they say, and yet those who differ do not seem to enjoy that freedom. Two people may not see eye to eye...