Cut The Smoke

Among the calls for silence, whizzing leaks of gas, broken statues, splinters and a sorry ass someone with a badly ruined day
Nails already start to rust
Just like the sun behind all that bloody smoke
It is not just smoke
It is a camouflage of our fear
Of each other
Who are strangers
Who are evil
In reaction, streets are covered in glimmering glass, again
Crap only deeper, again
Only, we cannot see it through the smoke

The smoke is more than the day's breath
Like a cloak to hide our depth of fear
Are we waiting for that first blast
For pieces of glass to ring on the street?