Snowballs Are Red
innocents throw snowballs at traffic
whiz to the past, where
a parent would receive their little scoundrel
and a swift scolding. . .
swiftly we return to present day
where the payout for a child’s slight:
sadly it’s raining bullets
and the innocents fall
like Autumn leaves
red and pale
a cold call
a siren blares
life’s not fair!
1/7/2020
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