Smith


We identify closer with criminals than lawyers
The blue suits and stone hearts
Make burns and tire marks
Their words leave us grasping for something human

So they tell us what to think
And when they take out the humanness
They begin to make us used to this
Hoping we'll forget a pawn can check a king

When we turn it on its axis
We can see something brighter
The beginning of what starts to look like fire
Lashing out to melt the world into

Some of what we want it to be

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