Poetry · Writing

Price of Life

We paid the price, twice

hell- three times over and the black coat comes again.

Streets coated in arms

saved centuries ago

and protected today.

The line was drawn

the trigger was pulled

and the price is being paid.

The receipt runs wild

the bank sewed shut

with a no return policy.

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