but don’t be america
don’t be the old man sitting
next to his filthy window
the trigger is pulled
and the hero has no name
all wounds are greater
than they appear
hold the child above your head
and view the sky through
the hole in its chest
remember the kingdom of god
remember the island of skulls
stand in the spot where
opposites meet and feel the
wings start to grow from
your shoulder blades
this is beyond magic and the
dull grimy walls of religion
we are worth more than
the prices
placed on oil and on fear
it’s easy to forget this
with a foot pressed
hard against your throat
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