Down The Gates Of Heaven
Imagine that you are there
tank filled with nervous soldiers
the square filled with friends
relatives weeping and shouting
You're holding a book-bag
imagine what you've got
For one reason move from the edge
angry and scared and trembling
but you don't go there very fast
every other step is wrong
And your reason's getting shorter
till suddenly you are stopped
in front of the whole wide world
loud speakers and flashes
An American reporter wins
a Pulitzer prize for this shot
In your bag there's a long letter
from a very lovely gentle girl
memories of the time you spent
inside her special light
Now the light looks a little different
you will not allow this tank to pass
you are going to take an extra breath
you take the extra breath
Imagine that you are there
tank filled with nervous soldiers
the square filled with friends
relatives weeping and shouting
You're holding a book-bag
imagine what you've got
For one reason move from the edge
angry and scared and trembling
but you don't go there very fast
every other step is wrong
And your reason's getting shorter
till suddenly you are stopped
in front of the whole wide world
loud speakers and flashes
An American reporter wins
a Pulitzer prize for this shot
In your bag there's a long letter
from a very lovely gentle girl
memories of the time you spent
inside her special light
Now the light looks a little different
you will not allow this tank to pass
you are going to take an extra breath
NB I might've posted this poem here yonks ago, but I can't find it. It is June 4th in China. A Chinese friend's birthday. She refuses to celebrate.
ReplyDeleteStunning poem Rob
ReplyDeleteCheers Stu
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