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Jun 2020
First remove that which kills
The guns, idiots are packing,
Casualties home grown
Bred fatal fetal hatreds
Trying to pass a law to
Make who / Behave? 
Regulate for what?
Why even carry,
Life off safety
It's concealed & ready...
Readily used at war,
With whom wonders how
Why give the toddler
Something sharp,
Go ahead some scissors, then
Have her dance about...
Plastic bullet is only a bruising
Duh... Ouch!

Remove now the words
Like separate, "aparteid" or
Enemy,
If we are as One
Supposed to be not
Our wars --we killing each other,
That's bad enough
But nothing's been done
The Globe is warming
Toward exploding
Losing our minds
Our freedoms now
Culling out our own futures
Defeated by the words
Blind belief

A double edged
Razorblade lies, giving up.
And it's said, they say
It's not what was said
But how outspoken.
No need pray,
Peace be to these
Dying days in it's silence,
Mum's the word.
And there's no word
For making
The sick Earth.

Since yet as One
And gone is long gone Ago
Mum's the word.
Since Now Must
           Do Don't Say
How to love / make
These last days
With ☮️ / @peace?

Love the Sick
World
Please, Pretty Please...
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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