Dark and yellow at dusk. We condone peaceful words with dictators. Lock your doors! The night covers mayhem. I sense angry rebels among the trees. The army has come too. All are killing throughout the land. You entice peaceniks from distant lands. Tighten your holster! The day has fled, graying silence, consenting to the night violence. Any wind that blows provokes protest. For whose sake? Your neighbors? Unlearn your past. Don't ask why.
by Thomas Wigington