Dots In The Land where people used to stand now dots in the land one for each soul moved on perhaps to a great beyond voices silenced for good life ending before it should now dots in the land as we reach out our hand trying to hold on to the breath that left you with your death never to come again it’s over before it began they said it wasn’t their fault as they killed you without an assault refusing to give a shit or even to really admit that they were a hypocrite or quite

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the song they sit around the fire as it burns to ash the light dimming now shining in the the eyes of the people sitting around the fading warmth strangers before tonight a finger strums a guitar and they began to sing in a rhythm they all seem to know as they croon into the deepening night the last light falls to sleep behind the turning globe and the strangers... or used to be strangers... at least before tonight watch the stars start to shine as they sing as one to the bea

Sneak peak from "This is 2020: a poetry collection" - available for sale on KassieJRuyan.com, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble: Check it out HERE $1 from each purchase goes to "Color of Change" $1 from each purchase goes to "Coalition for The Homeless" BANG Bang. She hit the ground. Metal coursing through her body warmed by blood as it flows onto the wood floor. Justified by a badge. A color. A uniform. A belief. A judgment. An ego. Blind fear without cause. And a life gone. Los