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.”