Young man, like a molotov
hot rag flapping, windows breaking
shake the soft peaches from our trees
shake our suited children from the sky.
Now we are awake, wide.

Sea to shining sea
shining with a oily sheen
that you see as the blood
of your brother who laughed
and your sister who was shot.

Young man, like a little rocket,
rockets don't know peoples names.
They are fair, like infinite justice.
I am as good for meat as you.
Our embrace shatters the sky

In the twilight's last gleaming,
how many sunsets will we see
until a braver young man,
braver than you, young man,
makes the sun grow bright

and strips our white bones clean?

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