There ain’t no music tonight,

It stopped again,

we are lost in a swirl,

fog of hate & vitriolic acid.

We want to believe 

our lives have changed

to look past the hate.

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We are fed too well,

looking at streets in chaos

while a reporter

freshly coifed,

looking pretty,

expresses the horror,

across the street.

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ACROSS THE STREET!

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Have you ever wondered

just why,

just how easy it is

to post a remark,

to tweet a reaction,

to snapchat our own demise

of what remains of the

human condition?

~

Could we care about Ferguson

rather than hope  

for more, highlights,

news fillers,

and yet in the middle of all the pain,

‘we’re going to take a short break’

that’s when the music begins,

soothing, pleasant, with political overtones,

sort of mind-fu… oh, wait a second

that’s censored.

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Can we use this to start a race riot?

Perhaps then we might,

listen,

perhaps when everyone has beaten

the snot out of each other,

few people ‘die’ on

national television.

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Might it be possible

to start a new dialogue? 

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How many weeks will it take to forget 

about the source …

Michael, Mike, Black kid, 

attach the proper terms,

robbery, assault, hatred,

what’s his name,

what does it matter?

might as well be 

Rodney King.

~

sing a little song.