bent heads
our mournful bent heads
cannot rest
cannot be buried
deep in the mud of this season,
till no toxic rains wash us
rinse us full blast,
till the ones before us
come round again
to relive the next moment
of continuation
1999
our mournful bent heads
cannot rest
cannot be buried
deep in the mud of this season,
till no toxic rains wash us
rinse us full blast,
till the ones before us
come round again
to relive the next moment
of continuation
1999