You taste your blood
Like the copper in a penny
For a moment it's all you know
Then the noise returns
the hate, the screams
get down on the ground
and all you can think of
is not the fear or the pain
or the hate
but how much you pity them for it.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
You taste your blood
Like the copper in a penny
For a moment it's all you know
Then the noise returns
the hate, the screams
get down on the ground
and all you can think of
is not the fear or the pain
or the hate
but how much you pity them for it.
©Ed Hosking 2010. All Rights Reserved.