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Happiness. It's relative.
Curfew in Milwaukee
Tell the kids to come home
It’s dark out there
There are cars driving fast
And people with guns
Tell the kids to come home
Sit still on the couch
Listen for the army
And hold their breath
Tell the kids to come home
Put on their pajamas
Draw pictures with markers
And pretend they are small
Tell the kids to come home
Remind them what happened
Say the whole long story
And give them hope
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This is so far from my memories of “be home before the streetlight come on” it is terrifying. The madman in the WH seems intent on destroying us all and enjoying it.
Reblogged this on Red's Wrap and commented:
This was written during the 2016 Milwaukee curfew after a police shooting – not much has changed in four years.
In times like these I can understand why people would want to go inward, especially since that’s exactly what the curfew enforces. I was moved by the idea of so many people explaining to their children why the curfew was put in place. The idea that open dialogues may be happening gives me hope.