Saturday, April 23, 2011

Fences and Windows

The sound of this guitar
Drowns out the machines
and the guns and the bombs
It will not be long
Until we hear the call
Take our flags into the streets
To break the glass and the backs
Disturb the fractured peace
The strength lies in numbers
The wonders that try to hide
On the side, of the flowers
In the towers
Behind fences and windows
The sound of my singing voice
Will be heard by those forgotten
By the masses of faceless
And doubtless, color coded disasters
Red today, yellow tomorrow
The chorus is tried and true
I have seen it in every face
It rang out from every place
The headlines come before the news
The notes played before the song
Beauty always turns ugly
If left alone

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