Enlightenment

I have no arms

I hold a blade

I burned the farm,

Unleashed the swarm

They called me Rover Wade.

I thought that you

Could understand

But way too few

Attempts at blue

Have lent a helping hand.

I want to know

To see a flare,

To shoot the crow.

I want to know:

Capacity to care.

If you were me

And I were you,

Then you could see

All that may be

And I could see it, too.

But as for now

I merely wait;

I watch this town

Turn golden-brown

At a saddening rate.

With silent pain

I’ve heard a scream

I meant no harm

Or imply to deign:

There is no “I” in “team.”

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