They The People
they the people, united by flashing lights
huddeled alone with sharp words taken flight
they the people, who love things that do not move
and cower before them lest otherwise be proved
they the people, with passion for throwing stones
to hit any target except for their bones
they the people, guarding piles of shells
to rally against neighbor at the ringing of bells
they the people, dumb deaf to distant cries
but the belief that two plus two equals christ
they the people, praying forever for more
tithing thier children to the shadows of war
they the people, they the people, they
choke on thier blood like wolves licking a blade.
poem by David Grant Sinclair
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