Public Enemy
- Noémie Valcauda
- Dec 21, 2022
- 1 min read
Rivers flow and spit their venim
Waves of snakes sucking flesh
Diving in vain for old mysteries
While syllabs pile on & on
As a prophetic song already heard
Budding thoughts of newer days
Public enemy, Bang ! Pow !
Those who can’t
Or those who won’t
Know what it means to be free
Words tattooed on white paper sheets
Tv news, titles, syncoping screens
A stereo buzz of electricity
Youths day-dreaming like bees
Searching for honey in their milk
Fallen kingdoms of sweetness
Like statues in their own palaces
Public enemy, Bang ! Pow !
Those who can’t
Or those who won’t
Know what it means to be free
A whistle under their hands
Hunger for equal treasures
While blood falls from trees
Black bodies swinging in the breeze
On the curb of Main Street
And in a rainbow sea of people
Public enemy, Bang ! Pow !
Those who can’t
Or those who won’t
Know what it means to be free
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