THE BANNER-REGRET

When assassins cry
they run —
hiding within the city,
with white-flags hung
And the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storms
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through flesh
— i’ve seen tougher
souls, some men —
in any country everywhere

And kill or be killed
the anthem of death
sung by the lone assassin

Armed yourself you betray
the one who loves you —
she wears the red dress
to cover the color blood

Arm yourself and betray
goodwill should life die
and you cry and run

Hiding within the city
with white-flags hung
and the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storm —
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through your flesh

You know my heart and you
hate the target I placed
upon your heart —
you took a chance and now
no one can save you
A white-flag hung for you
are you willing to die?

:: 10-09-2014 ::