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"Slow Death"
Moratoriums ended
Doors closed
Vigils broken
Yet ink dries on unsent letter.
Light the candle
Pray a mantra
Place some flowers on the guns.
Words unspoken
Eyes blinded
Actions stifled
Yet people die without a mourning.
Light a candle
Pay a mantra
Place some flowers on the guns.
Passions fade
Purpose lost
Marches cease
Yet children cry from unfilled bellies.
Light a candle
Pray a mantra
Place some flowers on the guns.
Banners fade
Wars persist
Tragedy prevails
Yet I lie still and loathfully languid.
Light a candle
Pray a mantra
To Place some flowers on the guns.