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It Can't Happen Here for a second we got it we really did those planes exploded out of our TV sets turned our mauve carpeting gray filled our rec rooms with smoke and blood for a second we knew we really did Then we started to wave flags as if the flag waving could clear the smoke as if choruses of "God Bless America" could bellow bones clean It can't happen here not here We are not used to counting bodies on own shores The millions who have starved, been bombed slaved away lives in other sad lands never really did tally up For a second we felt it We really did We took a deep breathe Then, inexplicably too far away for us to hear the moans we began bombing In the off-chance we would smoke out the man in the cave or whoever was in charge of madness For the month of September on this odd planet. |
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