store
is looted, nothing
is burning,
despite the overwhelming
election
outcome.
there are not ten
thousand
crazies marching in
the street
with torches and pitchforks,
turning over cars,
wringing their hands,
and pulling
their hair out.
spraying graffiti
on every
reachable wall.
no one is talking about
leaving the country
until the politics
once more turn around,
abandoning their sacred
ground.
we have
jobs to go to in the morning,
a life beyond
all this noise.
we have things to do.
we still have smiles on our
faces.
how about you?
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