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