.
( we who wonder where you are )
( • • )
And
Why do you stay in the fires burning (?)
)•(
one drifting image fading
The tiny child on the streets
The drone plane circling overhead
The missle loaded and about to go
We sit and watch but never see
Really anything at all
•••••+•••••
The sweet young girl child
The muse of the poets who live
( the few who've survived )
::
I made love to a poet once
In the morning all there was
Was a pool of blood that spelled out
The word
BROKEN !
On the floor
Amid the sound
Of demons laughing
"""•"""
She
Was a cute kid
Now she's dead
A 12 year old
Dead terrorist
|||
we wander bravely from
Bedroom to bathroom
To kitchen
To school
Telling tales of mundane
Brief fantacies
And forays
Into reality
But then we left and come here
//
The vintage day
($)
All the frills
)(
We
Tiny bodies
So abused
:
.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
.
( we who wonder where you are )
( • • )
And
Why do you stay in the fires burning (?)
)•(
one drifting image fading
The tiny child on the streets
The drone plane circling overhead
The missle loaded and about to go
We sit and watch but never see
Really anything at all
•••••+•••••
The sweet young girl child
The muse of the poets who live
( the few who've survived )
::
I made love to a poet once
In the morning all there was
Was a pool of blood that spelled out
The word
BROKEN !
On the floor
Amid the sound
Of demons laughing
"""•"""
She
Was a cute kid
Now she's dead
A 12 year old
Dead terrorist
|||
we wander bravely from
Bedroom to bathroom
To kitchen
To school
Telling tales of mundane
Brief fantacies
And forays
Into reality
But then we left and come here
//
The vintage day
($)
All the frills
)(
We
Tiny bodies
So abused
:
.