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.
