Brenna Sahatjian
Onlooking
Three bold colours ride the wind and cry out to their newfound kin to rain down their wrath and quench this thirsty sin Two orange explosions against a blue sky are thus replicated millions of times and rained down on a landscape or sorrow-stricken, spellbound eyes One soft cry from the desert's oily womb, drowned out by a sonic boom May she rain down her sorrow like these bombs rain down her doom They've got power on paper and hostages in citizens at the point of a gun and at the point of a pen Since when? And for how long will we let the ink of the few dictate the fate of so many men and women? We gotta do more than begin to wonder They stamp your name on every one of those bloody blunders They may seem quiet, but they're so immense Those bombs won't always be safely distant thunder But there's one huge reason why we want peace But it's so profound that, of it, I can hardly speak and, for it, I don't intend to speak A flag is burned, a lesson's learned All those hateful conventions have been deeply discerned and this multitude of young minds are on looking A flag is flown, a lesson's ignored By a multitude of eyes desensitized and bored from too many years of on looking.
From Letras Mania