I'm writing this for you
because I hope you will
read this some day
and remember when things
were simpler though
you wouldn't have thought
so at the time
Hardship grows and mounts
as we age and awareness
of this world comes to view
Perhaps you'll remember
writing this and addressing
it to yourself while at home
sick on a Saturday night
while deep in the heart
of the city protestors are
roaming the streets
How little there is
that is fixed
These days
These nights
Bathed in uncertain light
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