glopowrimo day 30
Democracy
Democracy must call
through the sand,
the cannonballs fly
in the wind,
blowing to free
a man
Sail on, sail on
Pretend
the sky
can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take?
All the flowers gone
Time passing
The girls... all the young girls gone
Every one, gone
Sail on, sail on
Will we ever learn?
All the young men
long gone
Those nights
It’s real
From the wards,
from the siren,
from the fires,
Democracy is coming
through a crack
Visionary on the Mount,
pretend to understand
the silence of the brave,
the sorrow in the street,
the holy places,
to determine who will eat,
from the wells in the desert far away
Democracy Is Coming
Sail on, sail on
To the USA
O mighty need, greed
sail on
to America-the best,
they got the spiritual thirst
in a fundamental way
Democracy is coming
The women and the men
going to weep,
going to shout
Democracy
I mean,
I love the scene
in that hopeless little screen.
Those garbage bags, junk,
still holding up
this little democracy
Sail on, sail on
call a white dove before
she sleeps forever,
washed to the sea,
to be free
See the answer…
See the sky…
Hear people cry…
Democracy
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