Not a rose
chasing the heat haze on the highway
smoking a spliff while "let it roll” plays
praying to feel your touch by Friday
without adding another cross on the byway
I haven’t seen the world
as it is
for a while
but I refuse to close my eyes
and abide
by their lies
as a mother Searches
ashes
for her child
all so some bastard can watch the sea
while it rises
and dies
I hope this half gets me to payday
although It wont take any pain way
I can Stow it away
for another day
While it watches and waits for my minds decay
they left in 1921
but just took there guns
to Jerusalem
still a child throws a stone
& they break bone
to break soul
in the sky zanana’s flown
to kick hope
show control
wains with nowhere to go
forced to roam
with no home
a Folk with no gravestone
left alone
not a rose
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