It was a parade out on the 62
Made of flashing light in red white and blue
And I heard the voice of authority say
Nothing to see but get out of the way
When it turned off down my road then I saw why
And something dark and secret passed me by
Carried by the flashing red white and blue light
On its way to 29 Palms tonight
And maybe I never quite saw anything
But something not right for imagining
Was not looking very imaginary
I was wary because it looked scary
The flashing light in the middle of the night
A warning light of something not to say
Something maybe not right I saw if not quite
Red white and blue riddling down the highway
That we are going through
When nightmares come true
To dream up something new
I try not to write about it
But then again no doubt it
Is something that I suffer from
Something I hope to overcome
Voted out in a rout someday
Waiting for tomorrow to come
May it be that we live and learn
From the lesson given here
May we learn not to live in fear
Not like this not this way
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Jane