is what brings a man to his knees,
the cold blade against his throat
when he asks the world to help him
wash the blood from the streets
he is cut open
as he holds his children so
that they may see the end of
fear and the beginning of free
uncertainty that has no death
she is cut open
as she stares into our rooms
with her hand out as they shoot
her brother in the head,
standing still, brother and sister
they are cut open
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