15.11.09

(there in lies the title)

I can say
I have run a land
which cannot be mine
until,
until
I take their names
to rip them apart.

I can shout
I won't grab a gun
to incite revolution
unless,
unless
my eyes pop outwards
or my ears shrink.

I can sing
I could still keep some hope
& walk in the sun
while,
while
life goes around
& the land becomes ours.

No hay comentarios: