Down on my knees,

Hands behind my head,

Bullets swinging through the air,

Quiet zing.

Hide behind the wind,

I heard you off in the distance,

Quiet hand on my shoulder,

Listen to the children scream,

Lock them in the corner,

The just keep building more,

Politician motivation, money on the floor,

Underfunded and their is a reason why,

In order to keep profits rolling,

Children must die.

Duplicants and dopplegangsters, we build the machine,

Quiet abominations, the whole system is obscene,

Should I believe this government?

Profit margin lawyers?

Should I cry in silence,

In the corner I built for myself.

Writer trapped in the daily grind of an IT Pro, parent to two boys. & Buy me a coffee:

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