before the day ends
we understand that goodness is lost
what is left is anger and pain.
there are no more places off limits
there are no more olive branches to wave
there are just people like us
standing on potholed streets
waiting with guns.
there are no more countries with honor
no more just causes to represent
no more future
just you and i peering at each other between broken concrete
our guns fixed on each other
locked in a war that never ends,
both our blood flowing for a country we so love.