hawks
raze
airplanes
by
any
other
name
circle
overhead
.
you
see
safety.
freedom
.
flight
.
creative
energy
.
i
see
only
the
death
of
all
i
hold
dear
.
what
can
i
do
but
pick
at
the
bones
of
what's
already
been
pulled
apart
by
teeth
too
cruel
to
be
tamed?
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from