Sat all alone in a flood of nondescript emotions
The orange ball of the sun dipping into the horizon unknown
Decapitated heads bobbing up and down the stone dry and sordid political streets
Headless torsos of those of us who would have been, strewn all over our economic highways
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Great poem bro. We have problems which are solvable but the will is not there. Too much entitlement from our liberators. Take heart though. Change is permanent.