Blue fingertips
Feel the blood rush back in
It’s no one’s fault
Deals have been made
Past promises choked out
White devils betrayal
What kind of writing
Has been written on the wall?
We must all live to die
But we will not
Always answer to the cry
Dancing and bewildered by
An empty sadness
That is released like a potion
Trapped in a bottle for centuries
Around a fire pit
Hot blue and green flames
It is a bad omen
To die under a lion
Threats for the grace
Of our lives and humanity
Are still alive today
Because someone else
Fought for us too
No gold can amount to that
© GÄ
Poétique 