The Myth of Meri the Snow Angel
Decades decades decades
Each tick of the clock we evolve
Gaining insight, losing primitiveness
We promised to be “American”
When I believed we reached the mountain’s peak, I was joyous
Oblivious to the approaching avalanche
Bullets from the guns of cops roar like sliding snow
The voices of women fall and are forgotten like fragile trees
Now my worst fear has come
We are now laying on the ground amongst the wreckage
Government officials remind us we can make Meri the snow angel
Yet don’t help us remove the fragments on the ground
The products of the event they concocted
We now dislike the myth of Meri the snow angel
He's a superficial aid who hurts us more than helps us