The dogs
of madness
loose upon
the dark land,
killing as
common
as a kiss,
murder as
mundane
as the
weather.
Blood on
the screen,
blood on
the street,
guns gotten
easy as candy.
No blame
taken, no
corrections
made, just
business as
usual, greasing
the sweaty
palms of
politicians,
fear grinding
down the
nights. So
what about
that father
weeping
and shaking,
deconstructing
before our
very eyes
over his
dead child’s
slaughter?
Whose baby
is next?
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