PRIVATE THOUGHTS

I've worn these boots since 11/1

It's just a matter of time till dawn

Ninty nine days and today remain

Captain approached recognition failed

Whisper a song kick a rock. I heard

Yesterday riots ruled city's roads

Fifty nine days and today remain

same stupid thoughts and a tired brain

How do we deal with our problem at ease

Outside the world is burning and we're guarding the trees

And again a weapon is pressing my chest

That puts my temper to the test.

Killing two hours thinking aint that fair

Sleepless, tired guarding the air

"Attention!! Parade, present your arms"

In favor of leaders that do you harm

Educated youngsters unemployed and old

An immigrant nation living abroad

And again the drowned are grabbing their hair

Fingers are aching so chop off the head

Cut your hair and shave your face

Polish these boots be proud of your race

Be strong! Carry this marble head

A crumbling Parthenon on our childhood bed