the swirl of the sore heart
guns be fired everywhere
let it never be anyone here
there is not, or me, children
after a street scene, a battle
that didn't end all battles
there is not, shit on a wall
a future happening, or tyres
they're burning like leaves
or the personal bullets, I run
the shells ripped up like the sun
the night I was losing my mind
god, we go anywhere we can.
Another WOW!!! Powerful stuff Rob - yes, we can go anywhere we can and this poem takes us everywhere, even with our lost minds. Love it!
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