‘you’re either with us

or you’re with them’

as lines get drawn in sand

we can’t stand one another

forget we’re sisters

and brothers

sharing mothers

and fathers

and why bother trying

when we can’t see the dying

and we’re already dead inside

and in bottles we hide

with nowhere to confide

alone in crowded rooms

ignoring ancient tombs

and fiery plumes

as death looms

and we run on fumes

down Silk Roads

through villages and towns

we go

on and on

and on til dawn

with our conscience gone

we mow our lawn

and sip cheap beer

grinning ear to ear

and with flags we cheer

as bombs fall

and fear conquers all

and ashes to ashes

from Pall Malls

blow in the wind

and we can’t rescind

this hate

this is our fate

the hour is late

and the gate is locked

and all exits are blocked

and the hammer is cocked

but we could always go feral

change our apparel

and stare at the barrel

or drop it all and run

give up on the gun

and erase lines in sand

start to stand

on our own two feet

let our own hearts beat

break the war drum

theres no us or them

we all come from

the same place

we’re all lines

on the same face

and bags beneath

tired eyes,


no more tears to cry







About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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