northern fires (guernica)

ration my breath - terror clandestine in my chest

mangled

i lay on a foreign forest floor

caught in an instant

divided by distance

alone in the fray

clutching my trigger

i pray

as i make amends with death on a distant shore

such is the fate of the nation-state

despite the myths

they propagate

the narrative never fits the crime

democracy's died this death a thousand times

the masses kneel before the golden cross

held by the priest who bows at the feet of the king

we stand alone in the dust of what could be

fighting to find our humanity

bury me with my name in an unmarked grave

another casualty to the vanity of history

the war marches on after the killing ends

take our lives - colonize our minds

i've been digging through timelines

historical bylines;

i find the fatal flaw in our design lies

between thoughts we had and words we knew

between what we're told and what is true

who fuels the fascist?

a classist-- inculcating the masses in passes

under the contrived

countenance of contrition

the victor writes the story

more often burns the manuscript

set fire to a pyre cremate the crimes that they commit

but the flames kept us warm

so we bit our tongues and tasted scorn

the bitter stench of finite men

betrayed by the thieves they swore to defend

the bell will toll

and in the end

lay only the echoes of

what could have been

we stand alone in the dust of what could be

fighting to find our humanity

we stand alone in the dust of what could be

nothing we fought for will set us free

throw myself

headlong

to the jaws of the beast

the war machine that feeds for eternity

throw myself headlong into the jaws of the beast

the war machine that turns for eternity

throw myself

headlong

to the jaws of the beast

the war machine that feeds for eternity

throw myself headlong into the jaws of the beast

the war machine that turns for eternity