Our Manifesto
These are our streets
The rain slick
Pavement, peeling borders
Into eternity.
Stiff necked streetlights
Only illuminate the evidence
Or lack thereof
Of a coming revolution.
And here we stand
Hands clasped in prayer,
Our ineffectual vigil
To the victims taken
By these streets.
Can you feel it?
Age in bloom.
The rain slick
Pavement, peeling borders
Into eternity.
Stiff necked streetlights
Only illuminate the evidence
Or lack thereof
Of a coming revolution.
And here we stand
Hands clasped in prayer,
Our ineffectual vigil
To the victims taken
By these streets.
Can you feel it?
Age in bloom.