Clouds grey
Pink pales in the sky
We love
Love is ripped ftom us
Moments become years alone
Morning comes
Hearts still broken
Rabbits hop by
They scream when in pain
Some of us scream all the time
Silently day broke
Lunch came
Street lights came on
Moon takes center stage
Velvet black rolled across the heavens
Stars brilliant as diamonds
Lights on flags
Tattered flags still blow
Citizens in America forget
It’s not patriotic showing ripped flags
Odd humans are blind to others pain
but ripped torned old flags
Visually seem to care about
Night or day
Unlike the heavens
People need to care more about humans
Less about devestated
Cloth!
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