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Someday, they may find out what it's like.
Someday, they may find out what it's like "over there", where the wild things are.
Someday, they may find their brothers' boots on their chests, their uncles' hands on their throats, and their sons' teeth grinning like Punch.
Someday, they may find their sisters' songs cracking, their aunts' recipes poison, and their daughters' smiles wagging their hysterias.
Someday, they find out their grandparents DID have it better off.
Someday, they may gain the wisdom of the killing fields and the boxcars and the inquisitioning moustaches.
Someday, they may find themselves in a metamorphosis.
Someday, they may learn about the whispers of worms.
Someday, they may find themselves at the end of the ricochet.
Someday, they may find all the bridges burned, the doors locked, and the windows boarded up.
Someday, they may find the rubber bullets too tough.
Someday, they may find the cold concrete floor on their ruddy face.
Someday, they may find the thunderbird nests silent and empty.
Someday, they may find out where the busloads of bruises are going to so fast.
Someday, they may find a rock in their fist.
Someday, they may find freshly-dug mud in their playgrounds at dawn.
Someday, they may find the altered photographs.
Someday, they may find out what sustains the wilting gardens of the uniformed and wasp's-nest set.
Someday, they may find out that not even the nurses can save you.
Someday, they may find out what the blind can see.
Someday, they may find out what the teachers never taught.
Someday, they may remember the barricades of another, more ancient, smokey night.
Someday, they may remember the uses of rope, wood, steel, and chemistry.
Someday, they may find the rug snatched out from under them.
Someday, they may find the solution that feeds the flames.
Someday, they may find the Death card in their Tarot.
Someday, they may strike the Tower card on the forehead of the Kindly Ones.
Someday, they may unleash the Kraken on the ships of fools.
Someday, they may be willing to lay their sheepish life down for the shepherd.
Someday, they may face their reflection's nuclear option.
Someday, they may find out where Justice and Mercy make their beds.
Someday, they may be given their recompense.
Someday, they will pay.
Someday, they will wake up.
Someday.