Plaza
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

Let the bullets fly
High up in the sky
Let the bullets fall
And let them kill us all

Kill us all inside
In our hearts and minds
When no place breeds freedom
But we don't care for freedom

Let the bullets stride
Let them dig inside
Into our fresh bodies
Into our soft hide

Kill us all in soul
Kill us as a whole
For without hope we gather
Alone, somewhere, alone

Let the bullets dive
Into all we see
Let our eyes decide
What should seize to be

And soon we realize
That we despise all life
If nothing was divided
No one would be free