Against the Rain - Lysistrata

These logs that brush against us

Leg deep in murky water

Used to run aside us

Old classmates and neighbors

These stumps upon the ground

No longer make a sound

Began to charge towards us

Tears freezing on their cheeks

Though they used to build aside us

Snowmen then town halls

They used to sprint against us

Breathless, football kicked ahead

But with such bad words repeated

See flocks convert to packs

Flocks convert to

I don’t wear my medals

I keep them from my chest

For you may call me a hero

But heroes don’t come back

I sit upon my worn old chair

My air all turned to oyster gray

Pictures of my brothers

Whose souls parade the bay

Your jacket will not feed a thing

You a slight tingle on the skin

Head on

Head on

Acquainted with the taste of lead

And coiled in a cotton web

Chin up

Head on

Run against the rain

(Your jacket will not feed a thing)

Of metal and shells

(You a slight tingle on the skin)

(Head on)

Run against the rain

(Head on)

Of metal and shells

Run against the rain

(Acquainted with the taste of lead)

Of metal and shells

(And coiled in a cotton web)

(Chin up)

Run against the rain

(Head on)

Of metal and shells

I don’t believe in God man

I don’t know who I’m praying to

The light at the end is a neon

I can’t believe in God man

When I see hatred’s tenacity

I’ve got to believe in something

I won’t listen to the speakers

I won’t turn on my T. V

And I won’t let them mold my thinking

I always end up so confused

I curl my toes

I curl my toes

I curl my toes

I’m out of (time)