Too long still I and others stood; no word
We might have uttered, yelled, or screamed was heard–
And not alone by those who are inured
To violent force, by its commission kept
From joining those who have too often wept
And who still weep. Events have overleapt
Their telling. Who can see to speak or write
Such words as lessen Stupid God’s delight
Before new evil jumps into its sight
And all’s who live where it holds growing sway?
The hues of vapor’d sodium each day
Shine brighter; colors faster fade away
Into a sickened monochrome facade
That limns the shambling dance of Stupid God.

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