Shots Fired

By Cliff Lake

 

Shots Fired

 

Shots fired,

The assault begun,

War in the streets of America.

Pale house of Pennsylvania Avenue:

You have given murder a pass,

This bloodstain

Cannot be covered in orange paint.

You have made yourselves known,

You have chosen.

 

Where can this path lead?

You believe you can hide behind shameful action,

Your shame is known,

Your crimes shadow every move,

You took the largest stage,

And all eyes are on you.

 

Shots fired,

The offensive launched,

War on the populace of America.

Homeland Insecurity,

The lie is too bold,

The murder too plain,

You are too complicit,

You display your colors,

You have chosen.

 

Where does this road lead?

You believe you can invert the story,

The facts are known,

The cameras captured every move,

You lie at every stage,

Too many eyes have been opened.

 

Shots fired,

The onslaught commenced,

War on the core of America.

Correspondence and communication,

Give us the old soft-shoe,

Tell us both sides,

Sell yourselves out slowly,

Color yourselves yellow,

We know what you have chosen.

 

How many times will you run this course?

How will you manage the story?

The facts too plain,

The video too crisp,

This is just the first stage,

The hostilities have been opened.

 

Shots fired,

The assault begun,

War in the streets of America.

The ledgers stained with blood,

The accounts too easy to read.

Crimes may cover crimes,

But the complicit

Have made themselves known,

And the people are forced to their choice.

 

We might not wait for November…

 

Cliff Lake 1/8/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Minneapolis, MN, USA

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