Thursday, February 17, 2011

Seperation

A policeman told me
To change my name
And drain my blood
To dry my veins

I stared at him
And then refused
His neck turned black
And white from blue

I saw his gun
Turn into words
That spoke of nature
but went unheard

Then from his tongue
The bullets flew
A soothing sound
Of the morning dew

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