Dancing in the stars
among the falling bombs,
wouldn’t you have come along?
We can live later
right now we have come to die.
We promised to never allow something
so bad to happen again.
Yet we turn around and allow it to go on.
We eat the lies
and never look at each other in the eyes.
All have the same right
unless woman, child, or gay.
We hold arms together
singing as we walk among the stones.
Would you be here if I asked you?
A purple taxi
with a bright orange star.
Take us away
far away will we have no duty
to our fellow man.
A king am I
or maybe the Queen.
You always said I can be what I want to be.
Dancing in the rain drops
spitting in the snow.
Did you ever think that I would just go?
We shake hands
as the other presses that little red button.
The would could end
as long as we didn’t care.
They laughed, dancing in the bomb fire.
Not caring what it would be
looking back at it with another eye.
We can live next week
today we have come to die. |
Submission Name: Dancing bomb
