We both on either side of them.
Railings. Walls. Parallels
that the eye can’t see,
but the hand can feel.
Reach out to the other side,
and bang. Fingers burnt, mind deceived.
They say that things are changing,
but the flicker of flying material,
still stings the ears, and the drum
battles with bangs that tail the dreams.
Live and let live,
die and let go.
That’s what they say,
but when you look down at your palm,
and my palm. They don’t seem the same.
How can you move on,
and live with the regret?
The bitter tang of dates and tolls,
and tit for tat. This for that.
A bomb for a plea.
Religions fight against each other,
No faith in one another.
The trouble in may be over,
but when you stop to hear the silence
between the uneasy laughs…
You’ve been saying them since
you were born into this madness.
No surrender.
We shall have home rule.
Send them in, drive them out.
Shadows on our skin.
