Upside Down is Downside Up
Sunday rap for dead souls.
An angry day is coming
to turn the upside down.
Birds will sing in chorus
to echoes of empty towns.
Tongues will walk on broken glass
beneath the hands on crosses of brass.
Flowers will cry for poisoned bees.
Fish will float beside dead trees.
Saints will crawl on bloody knees
away from sinners’ me-me-me:s.
You and I will be long gone
in an endless night of a downside dawn
long before the very last mile
has turned to dust for lack of a smile.
“Freedom is just a four-letter word tied to a -dom.”
Dartwill Aquila
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