Another bomb. Drone strike. Death by metal rain. In this war on terror, The soldiers are confused. Not knowing who the enemy is. So any target will do. Doctors without borders. Or even the innocent kids. Those in charge don’t value life the same way. Our time is not as important as theirs. Even on the home-front. Another black victim. A homeless man, A Native American. An Iraq war veteran. All shot dead. By the soldiering police. Fighting their war. Killing innocent people. Because, in their eyes, we aren’t even human. We don’t count as real people, as real life. We’re just, Collateral damage . . . |
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I SEARCH FOR COLORS AS I WALK DOWN THE ROAD LOOKING FOR THE BRIGHTEST ONES WITHIN MY VIEW.
NEW ONES CATCH MY EYE AS BLUE ONES DO TOO BECAUSE THERE ARE FEW. NOW IS A TIME OF YELLOW. THE FIELDS ARE FULL OF IT. WILD ONES THAT I BRING HOME AND TAME TO RESIDE IN A VASE FOR US ALL SEE INSTEAD OF THE HEAD OF A LION HANGING ON THE WALL. |
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