the riots started-
in full swing, things were hectic
quickly departed-
we we're both skeptics
i saw you through haze
abuse and smoke
i kneel and i praise
you
on the concrete bed you lay
shes amazing shes perfect shes okay.
she is okay.
shes okay
my heart,
from relief
pounds louder than the foot stomps in the street
my beat is what shakes the ground
not the car bombs
your smile hasn't yet fallen off
I put my face to your face
it felt great
much better than the fist of a fascist state
and the taste, it leaves behind
on occasion, Anarchy can bring us together
in delicate ways
this life is still a life
so fragile
like a vineyard up in flames
my finest bottle of Bordeaux remains intact
not a scratch
happy it survived
made it out alive
i can continue to find beauty
in the chaos that overwhelms
and its because of the wine
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