We wake with the news ringing in our ears
Sweaty hands from growing heat
In a long-chilled land,
we sweat with unfamiliarity.
We wake with screams in our heads
In echoes pinging off buildings,
Smoke and hazy mist rising
Shards of broken glass covering the ground
In a bed, the size of an ocean, wrapped in comfort
We can’t look away.
The same pain, every day
A different form, a different shape
Suffered for far too long
The agony of violence unharmed.
America, America
God shed his grace on thee.
Too Far From the Sun 