…change

Drifters and beggars

money makers

streets too ancient to be named

fought over thousands of years

thousands of times

all flavour merges here

all colour sweats and suffers

divides and lays claim:

if only it were so.

The web of lies

net of change

is visible there

like nowhere else

she cried and I acted

barely seeing it hang high

for the first time

physical, iron and steel

skies beyond it paler somehow.

We all have the capacity to change

and change we do

but only beyond the bars

where the stars rule even stronger

where the others sleep sounder

but not young things sleeping sweetly

like the old and dreaded dying meekly.

 

 

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