I don't believe

A little bit of love

Came through the tv

This summer of love.

Some kids shot up their school,

Some man blew away people colored unlike him,

Some man bludgeoned his family as they slept,

Some drove around, offed themselves

And came through the tv

This summer of love.

I don't believe

I ever saw

Love exhausted, crumbling

In embraces, in each other's arms

Coming through the tv

This summer of love.

We're all the same on this

Tv bites of a world in decay,

Unwilling to be conscious,

Almost loving our ignorance,

Wielding jackknives of cynicism.

Moving past the televised tragedies

History forgets itself.

It is what it is.

The tide at sunset washes our footprints away as

We stand half-being on the shore.

This conviction won't abandon me

This summer of love.