The wonder the head blends
shall become the engraved hand
To a thousand of yourself repeated
We sleep in pairs to mourn history
before the evil foam of where before
To the absurd miles of human lips
That, not I
is were blood coloured fighters talk
Between the made to
and the love you always hate
Willing the oppression to the coolness
between the reborn and the will
I speak of the innocents
The Broad self between
injustice skies and the dark warmth of hope
There is
and are you
We have to go