ALTERNATIVELY TITLED :God is a man we killed tonight.
And there's a sick buzz in his
head, he smells like cheap alcohol
stolen from fluorescent shops, he
smells like defeat. The man sighs,
leaning against the wall,
quietly looking at girls tumbling out from doors that lead nowhere,
girls who'll scream names that
aren't theirs at night, with boys
who'll leave before the sun rises.
hearts leaking lust,
hearts leaving trails
of drug induced euphoria.
He lights a cigarette, and watches
The TV across the street where a pixelated busty blonde
talks about politicians
lying, about a girl screaming for help and someone being shot for their color, about two men who were
killed for loving each other.
Guns, the man decided, were the newest party favors . He watches
the anchor smile while
she announces the death
of three school children
in a school shootout by a
fucker on drugs.
The old are cruel,
the young don't care.
The smell of rebellion is lost,
The fire amongst their blood has
Seeped through the pavement.
and he knows that
There is no change.
There is never going to be
a change in a society which
Doesn't realize it's wrong.
This is the fossil of the
city he had fought to
create. The sick buzz in his
Head is back again. He crushes
The cigarette under his foot
And walks away.
GOD IS A MAN WE KILLED.
