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stewart acuff
Poems
Aug 2013
Tiny Hours
In the tiny hours os the morning
Long before the sun casts its
Pre-dawn gray and the east
Begins to light
You feel the oneness of us all
You hurt for the people who
Really are brothers and sisters
The people and families of Boston
And Newtown
And the people and families, victims
Of random, meaningless gun violence
Every **** day
The kids lost every day in drive-bys
And the men and women who
Try so hard to hold it all together
The families on the ramen noodles and
Baloney and peanut butter plans with
Hamburger Helper for a treat
The men and women scared of
Losing home--not just a **** house
Don't you know, the only home
Their kids ever knew
And you hurt in the tiny hours
For your people who no longer
Can make the ends meet
And you know a much bigger
Struggle calls
Our people are sick of hurtin and losin
While those who really can
Make things happen
Sleep through the night
Without a thought to us
Lots and lots to do
Woody said it right in a different
But same kind of time
This land belongs to you and me
Written by
stewart acuff
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