nmyworld

Even the slightest whispers are carried farther than before
Touch even the laziest trees and quietest shores
Smash through mountains and break down old monoliths
Fingertips for tanks and filters for fire hoses
In an upside down world shit rolls uphill
Through his white-hooded suit the man in black gets a chill
Warmed only by the crosses he burned
The delights of his regime fade into the colors he hates
At the bottom of the bucket the true colors come to light
A world built on red, brown, yellow, black, and white
Now they open the door
A revolver stares back
One shot left
Barrel down the corridor
Leaping to attack
With movement deft
Begins the unending war
To be taken over by same old hack
Instilling again the bereft
And we take away what we put in
The sad fact that nothing changes