=STUCK ON REPEAT=

BRIAN.L.KRAKLAU 1:51 PM 3/29/2011

blind grinns,
 crazy grunts,
munching on the runts,
  yes
tomorrow will bring something new
 lost keys,
            bringing us to our knees
   cool stories made with diamonds.
  pens
     fingers
  random drugs
 bring the greatest pain
  to an exploading hault
   durt boiling under our feet
  broken hands reach up from heavy bonds
   begging for release
 even the bullet rings out in the night
hold your hands up
 heads down in the rain
                  blowing our mind.

          oh, child,
  dont you cry
  it isnt your fault
 those who point
  frightened fingers
   shaking fists
  towards the sky.

know not what is really on the winds of fortune
                      time ticks on
 awake from my sleepless nap
  we must rush to the barracks
  grab the gun
           send the children crying
   on the run
 time tells the stories of old
  around and around on the table
    the movie skips 
                     stuck on repeat.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Death comes to each of us quickly enough; when will man realize that it doesn't need any help. Nice write!!