kris

amen sista...

the screams of Attica
ring down my halls
as i walk
i know god left
america a long time ago
hysterically crying
blisters on my tongue
why are we dying
the brother of my enemy
sits with my friends and me
drinking the wine of tragedy
laughing at his story
and my history
am i the king of reality
or have i really left anything
the great notes war stories
and i hath no fury
compared to his worry's
home of the brave
hiding in my telephone cave
governed slave
--Z.Silas Herrera