American Life

At what point are we refugees

In our own country, fleeing from

One shooter, one massacre to the next–

Fucking clickbait stories popping like crazy

Feeding the minds of the gawking

Fear-feeding psychopaths

One ideal or trend, assuming

It can’t be you, and it can’t be your town

And it can’t be your neighbor loading the bullets–

We’re all just waiting in suspense, one

Cliffhanger to the next,

Disassociated, praying like it’s fucking

Helped a thing. At what point do you just

Turn off the tv, put down the bible, and

Scream.


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