Din (Joseph Michael Benoit - Iowa, LA)

 

again, again

despite the din

again, i hear

that violin

 

again, again

i smell the smoke

again, i tell you

this is no joke

 

again, again

despite

the conceited din

it is plain to see

to those

open to see

that the gates

were opened

to this tragedy

by the ones

who told us

to trust them

and see

that in their hands

was our history