I see our kids drowning in silence.
Oil burning off irradiated water.
Demons laughing in their copper wires,
Redskins, squaws, prairie niggers,
their kids dressing like our corpses.
Where did she go?
She was just walking the road home,
they’ve soaked this road in our blood,
their dogs’ bodies churning red mud.
I want to scream so loud and for so long,
for everything you ignore that’s so wrong.
Instead I swallow my rage, let it go and flame,
sing my prayers best I can through the pain.
They didn’t find her…
they found her