Rocks and stones are the Earth's bones.
Green grass lawns are
the clothing.
Vandals about
Peace is in doubt.
Each day
becomes
forboding.
They close their eyes
to imagine night skies.
For stars are draped in smog.
The speed to which, they leapt from cliffs
And disappeared into the bog.
Made of hate,
Fade of state
Expression is uncertain.
Blood on the pavement, the government's statement
hide behind the curtain
Evolution, revolution
Dissolution
born confusion.
Clarity is exception
Exception is gratitude
Gratitude is today.
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