"This is no longer,

  Or, should I, we, say like for the time being?" 

  "What is the point?" 

  A suit was last-minute prepping to welcome some of the first people to discuss terrorism.  A military man was trying to ask the girl of his dreams to marry him.  The quiet of the hallway was antithetical to a rumpus-ing in the world. 

  The girl, woman was welcoming youth who'd graduated early from programs and trainings and who weren't sure about best fit. 

  "Hi.  Welcome.  Hello.  It'll be in there," she softly pointed, then changed her hand gesture to indicate a room across the hall. 

  The getting-ready guy was an expert at interim and ball in play.  Introducing a new broad topic to establishment was part of "regime change" by necessity.  

  "Just," she shook the top of her body, like shake it off, the stress, "Do it like you play soccer or a pick up game of basketball." She waved the military man down the hall.  "They're in there." She took an earpiece out and opened a little ring case from a pocket.  "I'm gonna ask him to marry me." Big smiles and way to go, groovy head nods.  Into the room of wounded Veterans went the military man.  "Healing, all.  And making a holiday CD."  A look down at the floor.  "They can do that now?  Record music onto those?"  Staying tears in eyes.  The slow, not confident about "progress" nod of being steadfast anyway. 

  "The point is," a dry mouth swallow in the microphone, "This is no longer black on black, or white on Asian, or any other combination of racism and profiling, this is about Foreign Nationalists killing citizens in Our Country and theirs." Peoples' mouths dropped open.  Frozen.  The man tapped the microphone.  "Was that loud enough?  How was my tone?"

  Outside a bulldozer and a small crane worked in tandem to block pathways.  A woman acting as a "guide dog" to a blind woman put down her files and gently hurried the blind woman past.  Coming back, the crane dumped its dirt and pieces of cement barrier next to the woman.  The woman got covered in dust.  She retrieved her files and put out her arm for the blind woman.  "It's not okay," she told a peacekeeper.  "It's not the time to get into details, but this is fucked up." The blind woman covered her mouth, shocked, then said, "I agree.  Wholeheartedly.  And," the crane's load made a thud sound, "None of us are leaving until it's better." 

  "I'll settle for better for sure."