every bullet is engraved
steven mcdaris
dance naked in fallen snow
cold is a word
politicians use
to pave their streets
with greed and blood
walls within walls
smoke in mirrors of hate
optical allusions
trees fall silently
no one listens
a smile needs no interpretation
dream euphorically of peace
chase invisible rainbows
differences vanish like
last week's paycheck
burn maps and money
instead of children
tumble walls, crumble towers
while days run away
never is a long time
