Hot December by Ashlie W
I didn't notice
I didn't notice the leaves had all already fallen
When did our war become normal?
When did you ever love me?
It's cold, but perhaps not as cold as it should be
Perhaps soon we'll be homeless
Perhaps soon we'll regret these selfish moments
Perhaps we'll be too blind to notice
We won't all eat ham this season
Some are starving
Some are protesting
Some are protecting
Who are you?
Who will you become?
The future needs the ancestors
The future needs cold Decembers
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