Bullets Of Forgotten Clouds (poem)
Here were the bullets
Here was the pain
Here were the sacrifices of others
Paid for with truths
Invented at the tables
Of rooms most will never see
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Spread out upon the floor
A stain recorded by accountants
Tears battling tears
Which cannot see the real morning
Only the entertainment they paid for
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In a distance
Forgotten clouds were forming
No one saw them
No one cared
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Here were the bullets
Here was the pain
Here was the placated masses
Asking questions
Finding holes in the fabric
Covering their beds
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They are all around now
Those things that look like us
Hardly a tear
Horrors of another time
What madness has now made the blind
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In a distance
Forgotten clouds are forming
High above an unseen wave
Put aside the book
Written by another
Meaningless
So meaningless