The harrowing face of dearth,
The knuckles of vexation,
The callous, grand toes of Karma,
The bones of qualms in a spirit
That wished to wreak no fault ---
He saw what happened
To loved ones of mine
At that theater in Colorado.
She saw what happened
To loved ones of mine ---
Beggars with loaded weapons
Behind a shroud of fear.
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