imagine
these neighborhoods
reside in underworld riddles
subjected to laws
systematically enforced
by remote controls
stepping on stones
children experience daring truths
along boundary lines
carving their world from another
looking from afar
latest weapons
brutally scratch hard surfaces
buckling the pavement
like tectonic plates exploding
and consuming homes
lord have mercy
mothers lament repeatedly
sprawled on city streets
grown children riddled with bullets
limp in barren arms
lifeless bodies
encircle living among dead
pleading up on high
beating breasts and shouting for world
to imagine peace
july two thousand fourteen
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