Reflection

This entered my head when I was sleeping. It's just thoughts.

They shot the stars from the sky
the children asked why
began to cry
The parents didn't know
what they'd been told
Newspapers painted white
To hide the emotion of it all
And as the stars began to fall
so did the people
fell on their couches
Hiding from the outside
using their TVs as a shield

Ignorance
Is this truly a dream
or a fucking nightmare
We are a threat to ourselves
but we don't own mirrors
We see through the looking glass
but it's cracked and smudged
cleaning is expensive
Destroying it is progress
Let's hang up mirrors instead
give the word something truthful for once
take the blame
don't pass the buck
shoot the mirrors
not the stars