the man clenches a stone in his hand
and roars and lets it fly
but in an irony he can’t understand
he gets a pellet in his eye
the soldier takes aim with his gun
and fires at the baying crowd
but shivers under the blazing sun
and wonders why he’s not proud
the politician comprehends all of it
it’s a truth he’s
always known
yes, fire turns into pyre bit by bit
but it’s wood that feeds the throne.
ram cobain
No comments:
Post a Comment