As the fires are burning
The smoke rising in the
Air
Finally the truth is heard
That those who represented

In our “best interests,” were
Really the protagonist in our
Real saga of urban mental
Warfare, yet not that it mattered

Anymore, all the bombs used
All the bullets shot
And..we are left in sack clothe
Lamenting the truth of it all
As the world burns
We cry for the living
We suffer in the present
What of those did not listen?
How did they fair?
The silence was deafening
As I put dirt on my forehead
I prayed to God, cursing the day
Of my birth, that it offended my
Creator so.. as
The wind continued to blow
The fires continued to burn
And..the dead didn’t care at all.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe