the winds of change begin to move
hurts of which, they’ve come before
telling silent sides to mend their ways
upset by random effects and sways
signs of peace have no place tonight
I slap you hard from the other side
the hand is guided by money unseen
the weary talk declines with flight
pain arose from pain anew
they didn’t expect the world to see
toys that shine, no need for teams
a signature is not a handshake, it seems
i feel their loss, their darkened hue
now let us count the loss too, of the red, white and blue

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Christian Keefe is just some guy.