Horizontal rain
We think we are free when we can not see the chains.
We think we are right but our children live our shame.
We shudder in fantastic horror at the colliding trains.
Everyone stops to watch the horizontal rain.
Five years old and four blocks from home, one day he ends up missing.
13 he paints his face and hair cause his parents arent listening.
15 and no one understands...he sits alone with a gun in his hand.
This virus is feeding on the silence and with meticulous precision he makes a decision. He has had enough of the lies that hide behind smiling eyes.
Palms are sweating, theres a lump in his throat...he shoves the gun under his coat. Teacher says he hasnt heard a word that she said...he jumps to his feet, empties the chamber shouting ...God is dead.
We think we are free when we can not see the chains.
We think we are right but our children live our shame.
We shudder in fantastic horror at the crashing plane.
Everyone stops to watch the horizontal rain.
18 and army green, wakes in the morning to bombs bursting in the air.
Innocence lost while our leader counts the cost. The nights are luminated
by the rockets red glare. Toe tags and body bags, no one will remember his name. Another son dies too young, no time spent from cradle to grave.
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