The weeds
They grew
Up through the center of town
Meant to conceal, to tear down
Winding around the trees
With ease
Seeming to cover
The dust
The dark
With a green
In a mean and twisted way
It was new life
A new day
They say I told you so
Or “but God”
In a righteous way
Instead we looked and knew
It couldn’t be anything
But the blood in our veins
The way it leaves stains
On sheets and muscles that beat
And flows through the streets
Seeps through the cracks
Into our homes
And feed the weeds
and the weeds,
They cover
Our lies
As we hide
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