Summerpunks

The driver shouted out,

"Time to turn this around,

wipe the dust and spit from his face."

out loud

sang starvation and blight

gone from the light and

we're so tired of running

we can move

the finish line

we can move

but we won't be left behind

doubling over

buckling under

left behind

we waste the daylight

burn in the night to find

the words of violence

and history's silence

to answer the question

is this human kind?

Sing!

is all our innocence

driven underground?

Are these electronic gallows

for the urgent sound

with our tendons cut h

ow do we run for sport

but we're so tired of running

we can lose

in the sun

we can lose

but all we have to win is one

doubling over

buckling under

win is one

we waste the daylight

burn in the night to find

win is one

words of violence

and history's silence

win as one

won't answer the question

is this human kind?