What is it Worth? by Mike Lee

while the world burns
words bleed from every page
hunters hunt
bullets erupt
a snippet line
blood balloons
on our screens
a photo opp
everyday mad
small monsters
in the news
lion lies sleep in every park
dark broken eggs
bleed us dry
votes smell at sunset
mothers weep in graveyards
body bags
flags fly overhead
a skeleton wind
above the crowd
we disrespect
in our well parked cars
our microbrews
our safelight TV’s
city’s tears
no one
hiding our
blood above the door
again, again?
isn’t it time to put the guns down
are we really this crazy
or just
making news
more than love
more than dreams
violence is the
new religion
blood above the door


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