Red anger popped up like toast when stick provoked
like a dog on a leash barking for food
Mostly curled cat content,sleeping in sunshine
aware of wars yet wanting snores/all
we choose is not ours(reaction,response/redacted)
We are free to see our psychodrama /in context
to watch explosions of others/it is when we engage
with our gratuitous rage/we become a problem for others
So i will sleep in sunlight,dream of smiles,warmed by goodwill
let worlds unfurl like flags
I fly my white (pink)skin of surrender
I want every body to win.
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