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From where I sit It sounds like Basketballs Dribbled unevenly Across the field The big brick building Rises ominously With tall fences and towers I hope that I am mistaken And those distant thuds Are something other than Bullets blazing I do not step outside I do not pull the binoculars To my tired eyes Because I am too afraid to know Blue shirts brown shirts Orange jumpsuits What I imagine Is not a pretty People packed in Like lengthy Legos Getting stack on Top of one another Aggression breeds aggression My objections are silent Because I am afraid That they might come for me It sounds like thunder Repeating Am I better off not seeing What horrors lay beyond the field
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Beyond The Field
From where I sit It sounds like Basketballs Dribbled unevenly Across the field The big brick building Rises ominously With tall fences and towers I hope that I am mistaken And those distant thuds Are something other than Bullets blazing I do not step outside I do not pull the binoculars To my tired eyes Because I am too afraid to know Blue shirts brown shirts Orange jumpsuits What I imagine Is not a pretty People packed in Like lengthy Legos Getting stack on Top of one another Aggression breeds aggression My objections are silent Because I am afraid That they might come for me It sounds like thunder Repeating Am I better off not seeing What horrors lay beyond the field
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
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