Blood and puss streaming along the gutters. How
Is that what’s passing for justice these days?
Broken teeth, dead men, open tears, wildlife.
Black and blue, we stream this violence, eyes
Wide open and hearts aflutter in strife.
Can we even make a difference here?
Big heads, all smiles weave magic into a knife
In order to cut our ties anyhow.
We don’t need to think for ourselves, eyes glaze
Over: our minds only work to the fife.
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