Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Damascan Cry

You don't even know me
Hiding betwixt the buildings
Can't even see me
Sneaking tween the dwellings.
Yet you shoot me
Scoping me down from ceilings.
Stoneface. No mercy.
Slice head off a flea.

All I wanted was a voice for me
To talk freely and freely sing.
I hoped you'd spare an ear for me
For human equality on everything.
I just wanted for us to be the country.
Not we as slaves; not you as god-king.
You shot me, killed me, and not to be.
Put 'round my neck a red hemp ring,
Left me dangling by a taut string.

I see my brother shot crimson in brain
And my friend, corpse marionette,
By the throat, his eyes blank, my eyes rain.
So I raise my gun and casket
Ready to fight 'gainst this systeme insane
Your deaf ear to our cries, you'll regret.
For the freedom, stench of iron will rain
For me, my friends, my sons: With pain, comes gain.

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