Sunday, June 17, 2012

Bitumen

Sun shines on your heart again
and bolsters substance
holds your hand
and your head
Choices have been made
Silence is your chosen weapon
A mountain can be moved
one stone at a time
Left for dead
Starvation or evaluation
The salvation comes later
After the lies have been told
After all the pictures have been shown
Glowing pictorial reports
But the words and stories are short
The glory of the past
dug up, like a treasure chest
This cannot last
But this can
and that can
And all the ways in which it is possible
And which, I mean you
and me
our makers
Do not mistake the making
for the taking

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