Pissing out all the cold coffee
Burning out the last smoke
Scrape that shit off your face,
  dull razor

Waiting on the next inevitable tragedy
Bodies hidden under gravel heaps
Don't have a plan to stay alive
Get in the car,  just drive
Watch planets collide

Guerillas goose stepping through graveyards
No stone unturned
No concern for the collateral
Make those bodies fall
Your kids probably saw it all,
  pixelated, industrial

   normalized

Justice cries as she walks the gauntlet of lances
Begging forgiveness for false sins.
The old women spread cedar ashes, the young dismember limbs