It's difficult to express
Or even acknowledge
Everything that's really
Going Down,
All the brothers and sisters
Doing hard time,
in the prisons of America
To keep the rest of us free.
Going down,
all the children and elderly
Starved and beaten, shot and killed
Collateral damage from the apocalypse
That unfolds in slow motion
Going down,
Straight to Hell All our very best,
the bright and courageous
To fight against what is portrayed
as the enemy as it laughs
silence and tumult
The warriors, the children of no future
Those killing and killed, to live on in some
Strange silent horror of past trauma
Staring into the future
Only they can see
As the storm moves
intimately closer
And we barely even shudder
Amidst their screams. . .
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