Now all the policies
have been enacted,
and the water is washed over all of the
‘flames, and it comes down to "look what they did."
The mantra says how they were nuts and we try to place a
respectable wall between us and them
"look what they did." The looters and burners and petty
crooks walking out of furniture stores with cheap beanbag chairs in
the
Rodney King riots they were deplored too.
They were compared to dogs pissing on themselves but each day is not
brand-new.
Each day the coppery scent of blood spilled the day before is still
in the air.
The containment and armament of entire populations are not erased at
daybreak.
The derangement and marginalization and loud booms
of the past still ring and make headaches today.
The organizations and negotiations and suicide pacts of
sickos are not null and void with one sun cycle.
Attacks at dawn don't disappear, the soil stains around
the perimeter of a fiery immolation don't go away ever.
There is no such thing as an isolated event.
As a nation we are one thin ribbon of people and the living can learn
from the dead.
© 1995 Daniel
X. O'Neil
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