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Your screaming has been keeping us awake at night.



We're simple folk

            like to be left alone

         we disconnect our telephones

      after six o'clock



We say our prayers

           on the altars of Love or God

          hope they'll keep us shod

       to the teeth



We hear it's a nasty place out there.



Faces!  At our windows! painted in reds and blues and in whites of the death march funeral processions military convoys.  Flags burning for children starving on days that we think are nice, nights that we don't want to spend with anyone but ourselves.



You're screaming has been keeping us awake.



We don't like you.



We don't like being told we're selfish when we've always felt

                        self-less



News paper editorials, on our doorsteps, satellites when we watch the stars, move them: we want to control our own destinies.  Not governments gun nuts new technology territorial affairs ancient wisdom wise-cracks children who are hungry asking for help



We care but-



Your screaming has been keeping us awake at night.