It's 5 am
And darkness blankets, enveloping everything. It's just the same as before as it was in the light, but your scared of it anyway.
The rain assults the roof
It sounds like promised whispers and they bleed through like the night flowers smell. You drink it in like the last drops of Flint's bottled water.
We dreamed of red white and blue.
But we didn't know that it's called that because our sun bleeds red because of the blue and the white never have to see it.
We are "unity" though segregation. "Diversity" through isolation and this "improved quality" through out our nation.
The red comes as cheap as Roses
Other flowers are sold for less. Hemlock. Daisy's, poppies. Thier all the $ame.they bloom in your eyes, your sun eyes.
The moment you birthed it
Your realized mortality. You sun inherited you, we inherited you. All that you are and more
We inherited the sun's reds
The blandest whites and their greene$t greens. We drink up their white like milk, they fill our bullet holes up like nothing else does.
Cicadas scream with us now
And even though we mute the news, we can still hear the sun's screams. And as you run to your sun, words become injustice.
And as you hold your sun
It's red light warms you. Like the news everything is muted and when you go home, you leave your body behind.
It's something flickering.
Red going on and off, you go on and they go off. Something must change.
Is it as fresh In your head as it is in mine? Does this memory stand as resolute as I do?
It's tomorrow. It's tomorrow's tomorrow. We have new Suns now filled with red. All that was is a memory now.
And when we said the red spilled
It is a memory, we are at peace now. Euphoric, ecstatic, blissful peace. But do you remember, what it was like. To make this so?