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when the steaks are so great
and the forest so far away
and the trees keep falling
and falling
and falling
like first snow
who decides
if sodomy of a man or woman
or child
in their own home
in the borrowed roof
in the stars
in the ghetto
is good or bad
who decides
crime or punishment
who waits, watches,
and fails to be
who becomes
the loss of a whole generation
and looks
just like you and me
and as an addendum
I must ask
if they look like you or me
wear the same clothes
drive the same cars
share physical features
emotional moments
laughs and family structures
are we now the same people
and what does one do
when attacked by someone
with no filters, no conscience, and no soul
do we pray for their freedom?
do we search our deeds for clues?
do we kill them first?
do we die sad and hopeless?
for all our souls
and assume survival
will do?
maybe if we add insulation
a mosquito screen
and an opera house
it will all be forgotten
it will all become okay
the soul will reemerge
as if from a bad dream
or you know, we're dead
worm food now
who cares?
