Target

We’ll try to remember their names…
Those about to start dying.
We’ll endeavor to douse the flames…
With the sweat & tears flying.

Clock set gainst the hour of death…
Well aware of what time is left.
Tick in time along with my breath…
Ticks & breaths leave me bereft.

Absent all that would heal a break…
Dressed in the night’s vacancy.
Engulfed by night & quick to quake…
Absent light our vagrancy.

Unknown folks fall across the globe…
Safety nets blink out at once.
Kids orphaned by a xenophobe…
Far-Right, Wing-nut Christian cunts.

We fight back, get loud & get past…
These draconian attacks.
We march, we vote & we change…
While watching each other’s backs.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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