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Random Violence, 1999
rushing to meet you one evening overslept and missed the big date angry I cursed at a waiter he cursed back and sealed his fate for the owner overheard him fired him before we could blink next day I read in the paper "Fired Waiter Killed Five" or six, I think it wasn't me I still feel guilty wasn't me I am to blame wasn't me will someone save me from the shame tripped on a crack in the sidewalk bumped into man on the street man pulled a gun and missed me killed the eight year old behind me stepped off the bus into traffic car swerved to miss hitting me killed seven people at the bus stop driver lost his sanity it wasn't me I still feel guilty wasn't me I am to blame wasn't me will someone save me from the shame opened my window to look out woman was screaming "help me!" called 911 and they came too late read the obituary don't like to walk down Lonely Street homeless people still scare me afraid I will be just another victim of insanity it wasn't me I still feel guilty wasn't me I am to blame wasn't me will someone save me from the shame victims of random violence strangers I will never know why do I still think about them why does it still hurt me so made a promise in a poem next day I still overslept tossing and turning it over tired from watching my step it wasn't me I still feel guilty wasn't me I am to blame wasn't me will someone save me from the shame Random Violence (1999) Ric Candor ©1999 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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