Kenosha
The jury is out!
Something bad happened
and something good has to pay.
We wait, anticipate til late.
Outside, concrete mine fields multiply.
We don't need more sticks and stones,
send the rifles home for now
for everything is getting too heavy to carry.
When the snow falls
we will huddle in a muddle
count the beans until something adds up.
No matter what, nobody wins.
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