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I.

So now we see how to move forward.

There are no more safety nets,

we burned the ships when we came ashore.

     alea iacta est.

 

In the old days,

the martyrs used to die for their herd

and now we make martyrs of the lords.

 

There’s no pride to be taken 

from the taking of that life

   Nor does taking this one

restore anything–

nothing, no action, will

ever make this situation

just

any other situation exactly like this 

that happened in Paterson or Camden

     WHY THE FUCK WOULD CEOs

     BE IN PATERSON OR CAMDEN?

 

II.

ism ism ism

isn’t going to work.

 

Anyone with an eye

for history

knows already

how this arms race ends:

     needless suffering for the weakest among us

     money changes hands

     news @ 11.

 

So do we fight?

Who’s we?

Good point. Anyway,

I don’t have wifi

so I don’t know the world

right now.

 

Haven’t you heard?

It’s happening already.

He shot who?

    It does not 

  matter

how

you

heard

 

about CEOs     or Trump     or Musk      or MAGA

or all of the above.

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At some point people get

fed fucking up

  of being

fed fucking lies.

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III.

I don’t like going to bed

at night because the ghosts

come back or

get created

in those silent moments of

     EXPLOSIVE LOUD

that only go away with 

the good grace of biology.

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Even I have to sleep.

How do you sleep

at night, knowing 

what you’ve done?

(John 8:7)

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IV.

Who is ultimately to blame?

Guns don’t kill people, so it’s not the gun.

People kill people for all sorts of reasons.

With guns, a lot. Not always, but often.

Why kill someone? Why this one? A message?

A threat? A taunt?

 

I hate that it won’t change anything

it will change people.

 

Actions ignite ideas

like firestorms in the dark.

 

And now seeing the deed,

we are all changed

and the media is doing the thing it does

     (social media too, ya dicks!)

to make a story

and so now

we’re past the people.

It’s not about either of them now, y’see?

 

V.

It keeps going–

it’s all just one big 

fucking line:

     assembly line

     production line

     fine line

     deadline

No one wins

because it’s not

a war–

it’s a distraction.

 

Not this thing–

this was an act of war,

but it’s a war that doesn’t 

happen anymore.

 

Read books.

Don’t kill people.

Don’t let people die for nothing.