Tumbling, tumbling
Down the sky
So pretty pretty, makes you wanna die
Like a feather.
Floating upside down to heaven.
Boom.
It always seemed that
Implosions, closer
To home than you’ve ever seen
In your big silver lined
Television screen
Were just that.
Movie fragments, bits and pieces of
Some shattered life somewhere
And hidden under piles of make-up
And yellow ribbons
We were happily drinking tea.
But you. Not me.
I saw the parachute, the feather
Falling, falling down
Faster than ever
I heard it hit the ground
I heard the explosions you chose to ignore
I heard more.
You think it’s all just
Some kind of game
Perhaps, something fun,
Guns and roses, swords of steel
But do you ever know
The rolling heads that I have to see?
Screaming women, tormented inside
A baby made, cast aside
A toddler abandoned, enough is said
All of his parents is dead
The adulteried girl
Playing house with her twin
And brothers and sisters
And no house to play within
The hunger, the pain
The crazy and insane
With silver lining you see it all
We’re placed against the wall.
And you still think
You have a clue?
It’s always me. Not you.
You think that this is all just
Two countries fighting
But really, it’s mostly
People dying.
Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
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Gepubliceerd op: 10 oktober 2007 | ||
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