...
crashing through the streets,
singing and howling
things I can't hear
the dust floating
on my rusty thoughts
only stirring slightly
sounds drifting through my nerves,
making them stand on edge
yet so silent
because no one knows
what they protest
perhaps that is their secret;
how can you stop a riot
unless you know where they are
or what they are against.
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-02-11 at 13:21
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Rebel
Rebelcrashing through the streets,
singing and howling
things I can't hear
the dust floating
on my rusty thoughts
only stirring slightly
sounds drifting through my nerves,
making them stand on edge
yet so silent
because no one knows
what they protest
perhaps that is their secret;
how can you stop a riot
unless you know where they are
or what they are against.
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-02-11 at 13:21
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