Ten Black Tents
Streets are bare as a babies arm
A breakfast of Champions
Waves his white flag,
Seeing seeing seeing
That the war was lost

A long time ago.

Admit defeat
And feel the cool rush of
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Are we not men?
Are we not women?
Are we not

Human beings on a minuscule,
Smoke filled planet and breaking the bones
We are born upon
To see the state of stars, shining bright and
Emtionless; void
Of any past relationships and thinking of
Father, his face flushed and red, puffy and non-complacent,
Lost in

No thought, but a million

All at the same time.

To make it impersonal,
Away from oneself,
Off and away and in another room,
Seeing the light skip across the puddle,
Bound across and into the alleyway,
Flashing stares in a nuclear fashion,
Asking the naked clerk if the best thing to do is:

Just give up.

Instead,
The clerk hears not what you say,
So you walk away,

Thinking this you better change for the better
Or else most and all and this you

Doesn't really seem worth it at all.