Was it you, who burned a city At my fingertips? I’ll blame it On the rampaging fire wildflowers Suffocating California. Either way, I cannot breathe.
What haunts me? It’s you, isn’t it. The 12-33, code 12-56, No help is coming, “Refusal to comply” morphs to “missing persons,” reporting The silence. The screech, the blip Of a scanner, seeing red, Like I could hear the pain Of a few thousand shaken children Who lost Their mothers To a cloud of noxious smoke.
That’s what haunts me. Isn’t it. Children, charred and homeless, Roaming crumbling streets.
Vibrations near unison Result in resonance Bridges come crumbling down Creating hiatus on the ravines Waves beyond the range of sound Are called ultrasound To make diagnosis profound Cure may still not be around Human relations work around Similar fashion As vibrations and ultrasound
Don’t want to hear Them anymore Whispering of bad odes, Crushing the positive oath To live healthy, Away from all the Evil belonging, Follow me Everywhere I go, Persuading to lead The old road, Self destruction, oblivion To self love, Chiming vile verses Demons lurking To abduct My trust Not free falling, Old chains rattling My nerves, Don’t want to hear Them anymore Whispering of bad odes
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