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A Day in the City MAG
Did you see her?
She was playing on the playground,
pigtails waving,
giggling,
as she slid down that bright red slide.
Did you see her,
kicking mulch,
creating piles of memories,
with rubber soles?
Did you see her,
flying high,
up and down,
down and up,
laughter overwhelming
the creaking chains?
Did you see her,
little hand waving
to her mother
sitting on the bench,
smile bigger than the seat,
full of love
and admiration,
for the little girl
growing up too fast?
Did you see her,
chasing that squirrel,
when it hopped in front of her
in the sandbox?
The sand went up
and never came down,
sucked into the vortex
of a new reality.
Did you see her,
when she fell,
body limp
before she even hit the ground?
Did you hear the shot,
piercing her laughter?
Did you see the bullet,
shattering her skull?
Do you see the blood stains,
embedded into the pavement,
in the shape of pigtails,
of the young girl,
that you didn’t see,
when you pulled that trigger?
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When I started writing this, I was going for a simple timestamp, a simple memory... that somehow changed when I got near the end. It came to me on a whim really. As for the title, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I needed something that helped outline the problem, but also disguised the situation in the first place. Everyday, innocents are killed just because they are in the wrong place at the wrong time, but nothing is being done about it. This poem takes the issue and presents it in a morbid way that I hope will make people think more about the society we live in.