If we have to wait for the mythical sinless
This stoning will never start
Theres a tank barrel pointed at me and a bullet of hate in my heart
The earth is a commonwealth
Yet we try our utmost to tear ourselves and it apart
We laugh in tragedy and cry ourselves to death in farce
As the superstructure screams
‘play your part!’
We should write our own
Burn the crown, reject the throne
Whether a knight or a bishop
The pawns are your own
So respect the sacrifice for your honour and glory
Who pays the price?
We stay coldburnt like fire in ice
Shrouding our bodies
For purity only flames will suffice
Every inequity and every prize razed to the dirt
Ground zero
A cleansed land beyond tower blocks
Beyond mansions
Simple and fertile
A reclaimation
A rebirth
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