The Last Protest
Palms slam against the chainlink.
The world is sick; everybody’s ailing.
Crosses on a mountaintop; huddled masses whaling.
I close my eyes, and all I hear is nailing.
ASHES
Palms slam against the chainlink.
The world is sick; everybody’s ailing.
Crosses on a mountaintop; huddled masses whaling.
I close my eyes, and all I hear is nailing.