Maybe I only dreamed it:
The sky is choking in fire,
And the clouds glitter with ash.
And all around, as far as the eye can see,
A pattern of craters and ruins,
As if someone decided to give children
Nuclear ink.
Maybe somewhere after us
The hour will come,
But for now…
How long
Can we run in circles,
How long
Can we wipe each other out,
Only
To prove that
Someone
Is guiltier than us, huh?
How long
Can we tear at each other’s
Throats,
Leaving the world
In the shards
Of our children’s dreams, huh?
How long can this go on?
The city breathes poison, the streets a panorama of wounds,
Froth in the Telegrams — you won’t find the truth on the screens.
A carousel of drones in the sky silently picks a target.
Evil’s a squirrel in a wheel — get out while you’re still in one piece.
The pulse of the borders jumps in time with reels and pages, so
The pain on someone’s faces becomes routine.
How many likes for a strike? How many views for soldiers’ fear?
The match is ending — ahead is check and mate.
How long
Can we run in circles,
How long
Can we wipe each other out,
Only
To prove that
Someone
Is guiltier than us, huh?
How long
Can we tear at each other’s
Throats,
Leaving the world
In the shards
Of our children’s dreams, huh?
How long?
Maybe somewhere after us
The hour will come,
But not now.
How long
Can we run in circles,
How long
Can we wipe each other out,
Only
To prove that
Someone
Is guiltier than us, huh?
How long
Can we tear at each other’s
Throats,
Leaving the world
In the shards
Of our children’s dreams, huh?
How long can this go on?
How long
Can we tear at each other’s
Throats,
Leaving the world
In the shards
Of our children’s dreams, huh?
How long?