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Nothing really, just something
Nothing really, just something
The bus that kills me
Is always twenty-five seconds
Into the future
Mother cried on the phone
Nothing really, just something
She saw on TV - nothing really, just something
A man at the stop
Wants an ally or a fight
Hoax china virus pearl
Harbor media vaxxers
This that and anyway
Have a damn good evening
Do we deserve this grace
The biding moon, the
Flowers singing silent into night?
Another man died
In a hail of uniformed gunfire
And livestream emojis
Another woman
At the hands of a man
Hailed a good bloke in the tabloids
A paedophile bishop
Downs a chianti and dabs
His mouth to the fold of white
A white haired, white skinned,
Predatory shark grin
Suit-n-tie comes in to defend him
Do we deserve this grace
The biding moon, the
Flowers singing silent into night?
The bus that kills me
Is always twenty-five seconds
Into the future
The asteroid that gets us
Has spent years spinning under the radar
The last killer virus
Is just a single line of code
In a DEFCON computer
The carbon rising through the permafrost
Don't give a damn 'bout who's getting richer
Do we deserve this grace
The biding moon, the
Flowers singing silent into night?
Streets fill with marchers and fists bearing flowers
No more murder, no more
I don't fear the crush of a crowd
Bearing kindness as a cause
My elders said jump, we said how high
They said see that mushroom cloud?
Listen to the kids, look to the kids,
The kids have got this now
The kids have got this now
The kids have got this now
~ Brendan Bonsack
