This was written yesterday after I got home from work, which was spent incessantly keeping up to date on the latest news feeds on websites.
Anyhow,
I walk in this pretty city, cold and bustling.
Not knowing when I saw her that it was not rustling,
The movement of that hand in her hair.
He was grabbing it, grabbing her hair.
He didn’t fire a shot into the air.
Instead he shot some people who tried to care.
And now he has runaway and is still out there somewhere.
The woman that was shot, was she dark or fair?
The man who did the shooting, what there?
What does this mean for the rest of us?
Who do we care for, who can we trust?
Or do we ignore everyone moreso now,
Because it’s not a question, it’s a must.
But what direction do we turn to now,
The coming election holds nothing in how
We choose to live our life day to day
of what we do and what we say.
Anyhow,
Anyhow,
I walk in this pretty city, cold and bustling.
Not knowing when I saw her that it was not rustling,
The movement of that hand in her hair.
He was grabbing it, grabbing her hair.
He didn’t fire a shot into the air.
Instead he shot some people who tried to care.
And now he has runaway and is still out there somewhere.
The woman that was shot, was she dark or fair?
The man who did the shooting, what there?
What does this mean for the rest of us?
Who do we care for, who can we trust?
Or do we ignore everyone moreso now,
Because it’s not a question, it’s a must.
But what direction do we turn to now,
The coming election holds nothing in how
We choose to live our life day to day
of what we do and what we say.
Anyhow,
