Arlyn

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WELTSCHMERZ
IT'S COME TO THIS

The kids in the streets
kill each other
kill themselves
shoot through doors
right here
in the neighborhood
They die
if not from guns
from drugs
The adults shake their heads
take their Prozac
Kids today
they tattoo their asses
with the word
“Forsaken”
We get out the bombs
for other people’s children
shoot them in the head
and call it “Fog of War”
but our own children
die
Just another tiny headline
but who has time
to read the paper anymore
we have to pick
an idol


 

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