The Preface
So you really think
you make a difference
She whimpered,
tears against a black wall.
Ink
Dripping out the sink
The Poem
Run rabbit run
Done ran itself down
Woke up too late to think
Now look what you’ve found,
Big bad bully blow the playground down
Japanese Sun rising
You better get yours
It’s a Napalm Morning,
Ships’ already hit shores
The kids isn’t paid these days
So they running in your stores
Suddenly you’re so concerned
Young men real hungry
Real reckless
Real violent
Nuclear fission fist
(He) got hit
But kept silent
Violins play
as New York burns away
They are looking for a way
Away
A way
Away
