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Acid raindrops

      are falling on my head

           I get wet—

soaked by Mother Nature

         there’s no escape

            but I run anyway

helpless, wet, cold

               all I can do

            is run away

     keep on my toes

and move on and move on

The fleet path of modern life

       the disarray

of faith and hope and dreams

            all passes on

       like a peace pipe

but no answers

      no solutions

to the violence, racism

       hatred, bitter decay

            we continue

to seek shelter from acid rain

          in hopes of finding peace