by Jeff Perkins
(1987)
The taunting had stopped,
for now and forever.
Hard eyes from their staring,
reflected through others.
No call from a group,
afraid to be punished.
The crowd keeps in place,
with no one surviving.
There is no solution,
when they are involved.
They had no real choice,
it had to evolve.
With the push of a button,
The taunting had stopped.
But now we must live,
the war we have fought.
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