on thursday, when the bombs went off
i saw your thick eared racism
i saw the forked tongue of sin
as your ignorance bubbled over

maybe i am tired,
maybe these eyes want to retire
rings like a tree
do surround
do something for me

do not tie me,
to a railway track
do not make me carry expectation
that just breaks my back

i start to fit and shake
pulled from my body
i cannot wake

sometimes –
when you are alone –
on the boat –
you try,
to catch those floating by

i hope they did not die alone
and that beyond, they found a friend
or the sweetheart –
that died with them

what can i say
that has not been said before
a locksmith we need
just to open the door

i am frightened about the future
it looks like it will explode

i told you my secrets
the eyes just cannot lie
the truth is inside