Like first bomb blast chaos,
They say nationalism is explosive,Fiery, havoc cloaked in smoke.Like stand off tension,Early morning hour darkness,Not to be perturbed by Conflicting details.Social media coverage,Is not really the news.Lest we forget that.Like imminent capture,Hiding in marshland, Obvious stockade,Less than obvious motivations.Bits and pieces, like mental shrapnel,Targets aplenty,No one specific in mind.They'd call this justice,Love their country,Xenophobic raging,Liberal agenda.I'd call it disgraced nation,Disavowed family,Not even your namesakes,Will lay a claim.Like mourning prolonged,Lost innocence,Young men twisted byCircumstance,Childhood of violence,Rebel forces,Of which we could not comprehend.Our civil war is well behind this generation.They say,It's over now,One dead, one captured,But thisIs just the beginning. Our nation is building mounds,Of scar tissue constiuants.Youths without a nation, Children ignored and displaced,By systems that swore not to leave them behind,Now bull dozing over them,For the sake of profit and comfort.They say, technology will save us.I say it's Satan's Snare,Mark of the impatient,Trouble with flashing lights.Why do you think battery lights flash,Red, before the end?-tdp (4/20/13)
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