addicted to the madness
shots fired in the tourist district
a stampede in the streets
just past midnight
the eyes of children fearless & furious
peer through casement windows
though brighter than the morning light
they dare not stare too long
lest they go blind
sirens & flashing lights & gunshots
feet running & cars screaming
confusion reigns & becomes supreme
bodies pretend to sleep
just past midnight
the eyes of children fearless & furious
regaining count of all the sheep
refuge & solace sought after
who will offer comfort
in this chaos
as if thrown into a make-believe mob
they act without instruction
moonshine barely noticeable
spotting bullet casings
just past midnight
the eyes of children fearless & furious
rewinding & replaying
april two thousand twenty-two
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