Palm of My Hand

Palm of My Hand

What do the Aztec walls of '68 Mexico think?

Stirred awake,

I've placed my face in palms,

A hymn would ring over church bells at dawn.

Those Aztec walls think the same

The blood inked balcony of Memphis would sing,

And oh he's, Been to the Mountaintop.

Revolution,

Revolution,

Revolution.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Revolution. We need one. New generation, too busy on cell-phones for revolution. Nice use of words and thoughts Ty. I liked them. Maybe, I will do a one man revolution? Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote