Waiting.
What are we supposed to do now?
Last week, we came into the city.
We were singing and dancing.
Yesterday, our savior died.
All bets are now off,
All we thought we knew is turned upside down.
Today we sit in uneasy silence;
Hiding from those who are trying to find us,
Like a triumphant fanfare that doesn't resolve.
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