Packed buses, jammed trains
Every day the same, rinse repeat
Wipe the dirt from your feet
When you get off
Empty cars, clogged motorways
Destined for a heartattack
Driving as we conduct our day
A careful few meters apart
Those shells won't stop you
Falling apart
When the bombs fall
When buildings take flight
And come to rest
Upon your head
All that distance will be
Nothing at all
Friday, February 20, 2009
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