Oct 2014
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across the morning sky
over the alleyways of our poverty
The old clothes - lines
the war - torn torn old rags hung out to dry
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The empty words
Limp with the ****** pain
LOVE !
images of old friends hanging amid the wet sheets
Flapping in the breeze like OLD GLORY
( the dead and pride - less country ! )
Now the LAND OF CORRUPTION
& HOME TO THE PSYCHOTIC POLICE
Lazy ole birds in the sky !
Hanging like vultures waiting upon the suicidal endings to all grief
Look !
Our slogans !
Our trite poems about romance and marriage
And generous prosperity !
Limp and torn old shirts and stained dresses
That never come clean !
Some old lady ( or young girl ! )
Who can tell anymore !
Everybody lookin bout the same
The dull lifeless air
The faint sound of a child cryin somewhere
The siren song of some attacking SWAT TEAM
the death that is here
And the death to come
The sunless day
Watching the hanging clothes
That will never dry
No - one complains
About the suffering that shall never end
Amid these images that hang here
That hang here and shall never die
Only we shall die
Amid our silences and the laundry
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(
^^^ ~~~
across the morning sky
over the alleyways of our poverty
The old clothes - lines
the war - torn torn old rags hung out to dry
/:/
The empty words
Limp with the ****** pain
LOVE !
images of old friends hanging amid the wet sheets
Flapping in the breeze like OLD GLORY
( the dead and pride - less country ! )
Now the LAND OF CORRUPTION
& HOME TO THE PSYCHOTIC POLICE
Lazy ole birds in the sky !
Hanging like vultures waiting upon the suicidal endings to all grief
Look !
Our slogans !
Our trite poems about romance and marriage
And generous prosperity !
Limp and torn old shirts and stained dresses
That never come clean !
Some old lady ( or young girl ! )
Who can tell anymore !
Everybody lookin bout the same
The dull lifeless air
The faint sound of a child cryin somewhere
The siren song of some attacking SWAT TEAM
the death that is here
And the death to come
The sunless day
Watching the hanging clothes
That will never dry
No - one complains
About the suffering that shall never end
Amid these images that hang here
That hang here and shall never die
Only we shall die
Amid our silences and the laundry
