Wednesday, September 23, 2015

A Drop In A Bucket

The bullet rings
in the empty bucket
We watch
as they paint
the walls red
Some try
to repaint
in white
but red
is so hard
to cover
Some will break
their backs
trying anyway
We're all
just a drop
in a bucket
Trying to keep
our form
The day 
we choose 
to live outside
our limits
is the day 
we will 
be free

-September 2015