nations, down this barrel

15 July 2005 @ 6:16 pm

with a fragmenting forewarning
with a clattering claim
with the lack of proper distribution—
We're standing on his front steps;
The world is gripping a pistol in its hands
The world is on its knees at our tangled feet.

but we all know humility could find a better home:
He's claiming messiah,
Thinking he's some kind of hero for looking me in the eyes.

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