22 a day makes for a shorter more compact DIURNAl
as trying to watch a ship sail past the horizon,
OR
catching a glimpse of the wind…….. it’s a futile task
But if you listen carefully you can hear the screams of the lobsters as they boil
as we can see the blood stains on the ground in the soil.
It’s all in vain
For no one hears them, they share nothing of their pain.
Each and every 22 makes the long journey to the darkest places in their minds
writhing in their grief.
Remembering…………….Remembering
the things they had to do just to get through another night
The Sun
The Sun Doesn’t shine
it’s about time
Not the time on a watch or the time in a day
Nor even the time of the year
No
22 a day their time is now, not tomorrow or the next
they will leave everyone perplexed.
They wear their pain as a look of shame
But once their heads were held as high as a skyscraper
Now with everyone around they can’t even make a sound
22 a day EVERYDAY their bodies left cold to be found with the gun next to them
on the
ground.
Why oh Why do we let so many die on our America Soil
22 a day……. break it down …………..1 every 65 minutes
I cry for the Soldiers who take their lives away
Please Remember it’s 22 a day