i wrote a poem
and explained everything real good
but nobody paid attention
nobody understood
i told them what was wrong
and how to make it right
but now i sit alone
in my little room at night
i hear coyotes howling
or maybe they’re just cats
or people banging garbage cans
with baseball bats
whatever it is
they make a lot of noise
and show a great indifference
to simple peaceful joys
the world is a symphony
of self-generating altercation
the train is off the tracks
but people wait at the station
maybe if they all listened
to my message of love
the oceans would vanish in a puff of smoke
and the skies cave in above
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