Wishing i could make you love you enough
to carry you instead of rifles
as if it’s really an equation
you are me we are they
bullet play
you are me we are they
bullet play
I used to think they were the same thing
any means necessary, last day obituary brothers
there’s petty crime on the front lines
and blood in my eyes cause i can’t define the finished line
we post lookout on your shoulders
our strategies in tact
our strategies in tact
police boast as if it’s all over, but our
strategies in tact . . .[meanwhile] we’re tripping over
trophies posed as terrorist attacks.
~Yvonne Gilmore, Rifles
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