Political assassination is not the right answer, or the left, on the table. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God, and awe of God’s children…
Chuck Children of God: Owed to Charlie Kirk
An other
High profiled death
What catches our tension?
What strikes homme?
Fear
Lodging tear in our heart
Anger
The number won
And numb-er too unequaled hit
Hate
Grief rapped in razors
Perhaps sum thing deferent
Even gleeful
Looking at the upside of having enemas
Any how not quiet loving it
Or the worst
In difference
Apathy
When effacing this national death watch
Seconds and ours passing
What due we in list
Weather under the bus
Underground
Or just forgotten
A mist enlight in shadow
That witch
Manifest human
Poisoning in discriminate buy raze or greed
Settling for a faction of the prize
Are we doing awe
That we klan due
Rooting fore violence
US first
Them, knot so much
And what knits US to gather
Truth bared
In common ground
We only get mirror ours
And you don’t halve to get
As if
Death visiting
Makes us equal
Falls equivalencies
Fighting inequitable whirled
Their stands above the wrest
Won lessen
Too be learned
Don’t chuck
Children of God
Soully what we kin do
