The Red White-Sheet
There I see, at a distance a the cloud of smoke hovers
There I see where once stood a city, a the column of fire rises
There I hear, the shots as fingers hit the triggers
What once buzzed with life are today just still figures.
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I longed to see walls of different shades, painted green and yellow and blue
But I have walked miles watching ‘em with prints of red, it all but differed just in its hue
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There were kids who once played on the soil below my feet
There were men and women who once worked on this street
I may have just needed something for my white sheet
But there was no soul there as I sat on a crumpling seat.
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The sky grew darker, I still sat there trying to shut out the sound
The more I thought, the more it was clear that there were no answers for the questions that I found.
