Thursday, March 03, 2005

Revolution

Circa 1994-95?

The student in the corner,
The man staring at me,
The beer on the counter,
The Dali on the wall.

The tears on her face,
The words on his lips,
Thoughts in one's mind,
Dirt on the floor.

He will sleep with her tonight,
Tommorrow he is gone,
Policeman at the door,
"Sorry Madam." Nothing more.

Quiet in the house,
She looks in the crib,
At the son he left behind,
Bullet through the heart.

Struggling for a cause,
Defending your beliefs,
A small place in Heaven,
Blood on sacred ground.