six unlit tiki torches

On a Sunday as I run by a balcony

I run by a balcony and am shaken

Am shaken by six unlit tiki torches

Tiki torches that burned among a mob

Among a mob of brazen men, a fire

Fire: a flame of fury stoked

Fury stoked on lies and fear and hate

Lies and fear and hate: the flimsiest torches

The flimsiest torches, just party supplies

Party supplies meant for a celebration

Celebration of joy and love and life

Love and life defiant in the face of death

Defiant in the face of death: lights

Lights in the darkness

The darkness does not overcome them

Them: six unlit tiki torches on a balcony as I run by

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