However certain and rational they may sound
There is no media presence left to fact-check
Just scattered survivors and gangs of hoodlums
Using the state of emergency
As excuse to plunder without consequence.
So when an army tank lumbered down the next street
Turret spinning, machine guns spitting in the night
Loud crashing and grinding of destruction
If seemed like proof.
The good guys were still out there.
Salvation was iminent.
After dawn we ventured out
It was still on the street
Half embedded into the pawn shop
The engine running
The ammo spent
The hatch open
Like our trusting, unguarded hearts
Bloodied, from the inside.
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