Violent Opposition

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Don’t bother taking out the trash,

It’s wasted energy you’ll never save,

How can you long for what you had?

You fear of looking back,

Thing’s aren’t that bad,

 

My pencil is so far from sure,

I watch it wander through an empty page,

A fateful card that went unplanned,

It left me on the floor,

Hung inside a closet like a mockingbird in London fog,

 

Don’t bother singing for today,

Moment’s of silence pass in frozen rain,

And though the fires burn to pay,

A heavy quiet shook,

Over all who saw,

There’s something wrong,

 

Don’t bother wishing for a cure,

Ten thousand souls will pass unnoticed here,

And if your mind forgets the draw,

The details of the small,

Lying on a stretcher near the answers that you can’t recall,

There’s something wrong,

 

Don’t bother trying to stop a war,

It touches anyone who’s felt the pain,

And though our lives are ever strange,

I think things could be worse,

I think things could be worse,

I think things could be worse.

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