Under the Rug (a #poem)
Death and destruction
a live insurrection
A day flies by
like a bomb in a shelter
and a man in diapers
calls in more snipers
to lay down the lives
of points of data
throwing back knives
while his friends just hate'ya
We turn up the music
'cause don't want to see
the cynic who's graphic
while a child becomes a relic
and they kill another medic
The phoenix can't arise
because the ashes are swept
under the rug
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