QUESTIONS FOR THE DAY...

Silence
Crawls at us
As we open violet eyes
Bleeding
On the inside
We're red
Like dragons from a fairy tale
Except that our breath doesn't burn
And it's not a fairy tale at all

We are guilty
Like diamonds and gold
For what happens with this World
We-ourselves
We-alone

Then we wake up
And as our faces gain a trace of make-up
We grow pretty
We grow old
We grow in this pleasant war
That we play
To deal with those who hate
Including ourselves
To get
Laid...

Who decided to call us warriors
Who put those weapons into our hands
Heads
Who made our beds
Red like roses
That in fact drip with blood
Saliva
And sweat
Who cuts our bread into slices
And forgets to pray
Before

Why did we exchange future for past
Why do we last in yesterdays
Forever
Like tomorrow never comes
To us?
Oh us!