Disturbing Juxtaposition, Bullets And Baby Butts


The refuse of sustaining life,

laid over by the refuse of taking life,

of snuffing it out.

The byproduct of Carnage

Over the refuse

The thrown away and disposable,

The unwanted, dirty reality

Like those on the fringe

Bombarded by bullets and baby diapers

By politicians who dig too little

And cops who dig too much.

They are thrown away

In the light of day

On the crowded street

To no witnesses

The problem right there

But blind eyed by all

Left there decaying

Until the monsoons come

And wash it all away

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