We Had To Tear This Mother Up

Between dreams we float
like a stone,

Body of clothes in the
screaming rains and winds,

Dragged over rocks by
the golden waves,

Broken over the miles
paved in minimum wage,

Chained to the leaking boat
above a simple lust,

Again and again and
again following the sailing rage,

We are the metal bin
thrown through a plate of glass,

We are the last lonely cry
that echoed in empty blue ears,

We are the five minute spot
on a night of primetime news,

We are a voice in violence
here to demand for life.

we had to tear this mother up

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