So tomorrow there will be another number
For the one who had a name
A desert wind and a perverse desire to win
History buried in shame
And then the next day
How will you know your enemy
By their color or your fear
One by one you can cage them
In your freedom
Make them all disappear
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
This is me. No more. No less.
4 comments:
Very cool Blaker-
You are very creative. Give Kate a hug for me. I didn't say a kiss - only a hug.
Love ya,
Kate's mom
That is awesome brother. When we were younger I never took you for a writer. haha
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