the police break down doors
the wrong doors the wrong people
but in other states other cities
I try to be optimistic
the world has been worse
the terror the killing fields treblinka
just not so close not so near to me
I try to be optimistic
the streets are not slick with blood
skulls are not stacked on skulls
fresh ash does not fill our lungs
I try to be optimistic
the sun rises over stone henge
as it has for millennia
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