Thinking of Kenosha

I no longer seek to shine As brightly as the bastard son I no longer need the light To understand where end begun What's the point of knowing How many stars there are above? When there is darkness In people claiming to know a loving god Seven bullets in, how many is that now There's a man chained to a bed His assailant at his house There's a kid awaiting trial For the murder of two people Not even old enough to vote For the coward who fed His hate-filled ego