Numb

They call it

The empty seed.

Plant it,

And watch death 

Spring it's roots and spread.

Like oil moving through water,

Watch that bullet separate

And render useless

Everything it touches.

Innocently...

Working as was designed

Only,

Transferring the will of it's master.

The young worker

Fell where he stood.

Like a heavy sack,

Off a parked truck

He fell...Silent.

..except for the involuntary

Jerking of his chest,legs and feet,

He was silent.

Gun shot wound

On his chest,

Glowed bright red

Against the night lights

As he stared at him,

Wide eyed... terrified.

The decorated officer

Put his legal gun,

Back in it's holster

And walked on,

Passed him

Unbothered.

Dozens of people saw it.

They hated it,

And hated the man who did it

Even more.

So they gathered themselves

Diverse as they were,

And took to the streets

For the sake,

Of their fallen brother.

The streets grew louder,

The people's impatience

Growing ever so evident.

Violence took over quick.

Those with evil intent

Had their pick

Of the goods in the stores,

On that street.

It was laughable really.

It went from being

Just and worthy

To just another night of thievery.

The young man had sadly,

Been forgotten too quickly.

Nonetheless,

The others got the message.

The officer had crossed the line,

Made a mess.

He then rushed and

Reported back to his superior

For by that time,

He had begun to fear

For his own life.

The boss's fear too 

Began to brew.

He knew that soon

He'd have to think of something

To end all this.

The next day

He had a closed door meeting

With his boss's boss

Who resolved to solve the matter

Post haste.

And that very night

The big boss,

Had made it happen.

The streets were quiet once more.

The people had peacefully

Gone back to their homes.

Everyone was calm,

...Almost numb.

And all this

He had accomplished,

Simply...,

With the infamous words

"The matter is under investigation".