our window

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a very nice hike
to nowhere special today
calls me with a scream?

screams from a window
kids are safe or so we hope
living in the past?

when times were better
before we knew who we were
now we know we’re dead?

our names are his too
his aim is true judging us
high above us all?

where the money is
find the NRA deceits
our leaders’ love drugs?

addicted fat cats
pretending they’re on our side
preaching massacres?

we trod on their graves
where they fall across our path
not dead just resting?

sunrise is different
that morning you get the call
under blood red skies?

look out your window
maybe it makes no difference
at least it’s open?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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