Wolves

I hear you In flash floods of colour You fill me With images from another Restoring the tranquillity of youth Confronting the legacy and the tradition of truth Past demands hearts of obsidian condemned to oblivion For unbiased eternity I hold the dagger I see before me And devour poetry like a starved cannibal Bleak is the day when your eye wanders My body is prophecy Lavender eyes and Moorish sparks Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home My want is the rash on my soul Habitual remedies block my ability to atone Now come Berate me, degrade me, break me, rape me There’s a man who smells of blue And his sins shine like furious heaven There’s this man who smells like red Ever looking for his lover The contract of sleep keeps me awake At night I writhe against the dying lights I see shadows of history condemn my future’s fight Now my rage upon the stage is born upon a desecrated page And my demons find placement in my words As they refuse to stay in place Fury is the beauty of a hate I can’t escape Love the rebellion of long forsaken slave Go tell the wolves I’m home Go tell the wolves I’m home Allegations of suffrogation An inflammatory examination Now leave the probation of sanitation And point the finger at another nation Easier to blame all the immigration Because currently we are inundated With salvations and lacerations The common boy takes no persuasion To join the outrage of a generation This is called alienation The cyclical duality of exaggeration If you’re gonna lie to your kids Then who the f*ck is gonna to raise them?