I feel like I’ve written this
a thousand times before.
No one seems to
Care
Hear
See.
Just more broken lives,
ain’t no thing.
Just more graves of babies,
ain’t no thing.
Just keep going.
Don’t look down,
blood soaked.
Don’t look back,
bullet holes.
Keep walking.
Because it’ll happen tomorrow,
and then tomorrow.
And then tomorrow, too,
until it’s you.
