they sit in front of the screen,
blue light buzzing in their skulls,
plastic guns in Facebook hands,
outside, the sirens wail like hungry dogs,
the streets are cracked veins bleeding,
somewhere, a boy is learning to hate.
fists swing in school hallways,
knives flick open like second thoughts,
a mother checks the news,
sees another name,
another body,
another child gone.
we teach them how to...
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