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The High Note

Beyond the black and blue

I can give back the truth

Because it’s not a crime

to walk into a public building packing youth

 

Let the drums roll on down

and collapse this soulless clown

Until he’s merely another body in a hole in the ground

 

Break my bones until it’s shown

how much blood this flood has known

You can’t postpone a cyclone or

Play sirens, stay private, or pray science

will apply the silence to overthrow a tyrant

that’s defiant in philosophy and dire in democracy

 

But that’s my luck

and I can’t instruct

The universe to bend its will

just because I’ve had enough

 

Play that piano with enough soul to crack the keys

And send a screech on down the hall that

disrupts their judgement but appeases them all

that ivory rubble puts a pop in the bubble

that convinced you that you were invincible

 

but since it now lays in the shadow of the mist

your creation and self-destruction can now coexist

Rome wasn’t built in a day but neither were you

Pack a little solace in the wisdom of ole

Fire fights fire so stop, drop, and roll

 

And when your time finally arrives

Know that something just as beautiful

was allowed to survive

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alex-furlin-1
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Jul 23, 2012
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