Thursday, January 21, 2010

Another Day

Sadden and hopelessness moved in while we slept.

Our watchdog failed us.

Our alarm didn't sound.

Another battle to wage, another argument to win.

Pushed aside, used up, left behind again.

Red with blood the streets do run.

The air filled with sirens.

Hearts tainted with hate.

Turn away, run away, fight another day.

That's well and good,

but that day has come.

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