Such are the fragments of our desires
That we are willing to lose ourselves
In a sky where the rain clouds fall in
A light shines in the distance
As we shrug off the last traces of our humanity
Turning our backs against ourselves
Is it always this easy for us
Readying ourselves for this nights work
Today one man
Will tomorrow be a night of broken glass
What then becomes of us after that
The distant light is not as distant as before
The ghost of recrimination is silenced
By the shouts of “This is different” “These are other times”
And the print of paper tigers
How can this be bigger than us
When we are meant to be bigger than that
Suddenly the light is upon us
But its far too late
We have turned our backs against reality
Amid the air raid sirens and glow sticks
It will be rain tonight
By then the only shelter will be in cattle trucks
On railways with glistening wet steel rails
The only sound is the blowing of whistles
To go into the darkness
The one place our naivety thought we had come from
Let it come down they say
Banquo : “it will be rain tonight”
1st Murderer : “Let it come down”
- Author: Hugh ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2024 18:59
- Category: Unclassified
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