6

 

 

6

By Robert C Price

 

Authorities don’t care

how I feel

When I see blood stains

on the asphalt

mingling with the

gravel and tar

Disturbed by twenty

inch tire tracks

Hi-Tek soles march

across concrete

Smoke stealing tears

from my eyes

Political punditry

they’re gunning

for me

Bringing up old

shit that’s no

longer relevant

And terrorize me

with 6 shots and

no recourse

4 to the gut

2 to the dome

Not seeing home

But

I’ll

Be

Going

Home

 

 

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