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Chrome and steel angels, burn apart blue skies
Over lands I cant even imagine
And death turned bitter
Comes like our Northwestern rain
In ways and places
I cant possibly conceive.

And my best efforts are paltry.
Timid at best, my small outcries fall
On dead ears of politicians
And dead bodies of sons and brothers
Lovers and students.
Fathers and mothers.

My words are broken.
Made lifeless under siege.